May I ask who has the accurate translation of Lanting Collection Preface?

Commentary; In the ninth year of Yonghe, it was the day of the first half of March, and we gathered in Lanting in San'in County, Huiji County, to hold a drink. There are all the respected people here, and the old and the young gather together. Lanting is a place surrounded by lofty mountains and mountains, lush forests, and dense bamboo fences.

There is also a clear and turbulent stream, like the Qingluo belt in the left and right, leading the stream water to the meandering water flow, sitting on its side, even if there is no orchestral ensemble of the grand occasion, just drinking and writing poems, it is enough to make people talk freely. On this day, the sun is bright and refreshing, the breeze is gentle, you can look up at the vast universe, lean over to inspect many things, enjoy the eyes, open your mind, and enjoy the joy of hearing and hearing, which can really be said to be a great joy in life.

People are close to each other, and they spend their lives between pitches. Some people like to introspect and be satisfied with the conversation in a room; Some people rely on external objects and live a wild and uninhibited life. Although their internal and external trade-offs are very different, and their quiet and active personalities are different, when they encounter something gratifying, they are proud of it, and they feel happy and self-sufficient, they will forget that aging is coming.

When you get tired of what you have acquired, and the situation changes, you will inevitably feel infinite emotion. The joy of the past has soon become a relic of history, and people cannot help but feel sad about it, not to mention that the growth of a person depends on creation, and it will ultimately come down to exhaustion! The ancients said:

Life and death are big deals. "How can this not be heartbreaking!

Whenever I see the emotion of my predecessors, the reason is as consistent as a deed, and I will inevitably sigh in front of the articles of my predecessors, but I can't figure out what is going on in my heart. Of course, I know that it is absurd to confuse death with life, and it is absurd to equate longevity with premature death, and that future generations will look at the present as they see the past, and this is the sad thing about things. So I'm going to list the names of those who attended and record the psalms they wrote.

Although the times are different and the actions are different, the motivations that trigger people's feelings will undoubtedly be the same. When future generations read these psalms, I am afraid that they will also feel the same way.

The approximate translation of the Preface to the Rantei Collection is as follows:

In the ninth year of Yonghe, it was the year of Guichou, and the time was in early March, and we would gather at the Rantei place in San'in Castle, Huiji County, in order to celebrate the ceremony holiday of "Repair Day" together. Many talented people have gathered here, both young and old. This place has high mountain peaks, lush forests, and tall bamboos.

There is a clear and turbulent stream, reflecting around the pavilion, we attract the stream water as an entertainment game of [flowing and winding water], everyone sits next to the curved water, although there is no grand occasion of playing **, but we drink some wine, while making some poems, it is enough to freely narrate the deep hidden emotions.

On this day, the weather is sunny and the wind is warm, looking up at the vastness of the universe, looking down at the many things on the earth, stretching your eyes, broadening your mind, and enough to enjoy the pleasure of hearing and hearing.

People interact with each other and quickly spend their lives. Some people take something out of their erotic thoughts and talk face-to-face indoors (with friends); Some people live indulgently and indulgently outside of their bodies without any constraints by placing their affection on the things that their spiritual feelings are missing. Although they have their own hobbies, quiet and restless, when they are happy with the things they are exposed to, they feel complacent, happy and satisfied, and they do not know that aging is coming.

When you are tired of what you get or love, and your feelings change with the change of things, feelings arise. The things I liked in the past have become old relics in an instant, and I can't help but feel in my heart because of it, and the length of life depends on creation, and finally it comes down to destruction. The ancients said:

Life and death are big deals, after all. "How can it not be grieved?

Whenever I see the reasons for the feelings of my predecessors, the reasons for which are as harmonious as a deed, I will inevitably sigh and be sad when reading the articles of my predecessors, and I will not be able to understand it in my heart. I knew that the idea of equating life and death was untrue, and that the idea of equating longevity with short life was false. Future generations look at the present as the present looks at the predecessors, which is sad.

So one by one, I wrote down the people who were there and recorded the psalms they had written. Even though times have changed and things have changed, the reasons that trigger people's feelings are the same. Future generations of readers will also be moved by the poems of this rally.

The translation of the Rantei Collection Preface is as follows:

At the beginning of March in the ninth year of Yonghe, that is, in the year of Guichou, (the famous ten) gathered at the Lanting Pavilion in the north of Huiji County Mountain, and went to the water's edge to carry out activities to eliminate disasters and seek blessings. Many prestigious and talented people came, some young and some old. There are tall mountains and steep ridges, with dense trees.

The forest and the tall bamboo, and the clear water rapids, (in the pavilion) are reflected on the left and right. The water is brought to a circular canal (in the pavilion) and the wine glasses float over the water (for people to drink). People sit in a row next to the meandering water, and although there is no grand occasion of orchestral worship, [but] while drinking and writing poems is enough to express the feelings that they have hidden in their hearts.

On this day, the weather was sunny and the wind was blowing gently. Looking up, the sky is boundless, looking down, there are so many things on the ground, so to stretch your eyesight, open your mind, and enjoy all the sight and hearing, it's really happy! Although they have their own hobbies, quietness and restlessness, when they are happy with what they are touching, they feel complacent for a while, and they do not know that aging is coming.

People get along with each other and pitch up between for a lifetime. Some people like to talk about their interests and ambitions, and talk face-to-face indoors (with friends); Some people place their feelings on the things they love, live without any constraints, and live indulgently, although people's hobbies are very different, whether they are quiet or active, they are not the same.

But they all have this experience) when they are happy with what they are touching, they get what they want temporarily, happy and self-sufficient, and they do not feel that old age is coming; When it comes to returning to the celebration of returning to the home, I am tired of the things I love or get, and my mood changes with the current situation, and I feel that the things that I used to feel happy have suddenly become obsolete.

I already knew that it was absurd to treat life and death as the same worldly hymn, and it was false to treat long life and short life as equal. It is really sad that future generations will look at today as they did today! So I took note of the people who were there and recorded the poems they wrote.

Even though times have changed and things are different, people's thoughts and tastes are the same. Later generations will also be tempted to miss the poems of this rally.