Who is the author of the six scenes of the small window book, and the two scenes of The Little Wind

The author of "The Story of the Small Window" is Chen Jiru of the Ming Dynasty (one says that it is Lu Shaoheng).

Original text] Dumen avoids the shadows, and the thing of going out of the mountain is not in a dream; The spring day is cloudy, and the apes and cranes are full of clouds.

Notes] Dumen: Close.

Translation] Close the door, avoid personnel, go out of the mountains and enter the office, this kind of thing never goes into a dream; In the spring day, the sun is shining, the flowers and trees sprinkle the green shade, the apes and cranes lie idle after eating, which is the afterglow of the colorful auspicious clouds.

Original text] sat on the forest stone with the sons of the family, talked about cause and effect, and talked about the public case. For a long time, the pine moon came, and the clothes rose, and the shadow of the tree returned, and this day was wasted.

Note: This refers to the clothes worn by monks, and the descendants refer to monks.

Cause and effect: Buddhism advocates the theory of karma.

Public cases: Zen Buddhism often uses Buddhist principles to explain difficult issues, just like government judgments, which are called "public cases".

Sitting on a stone in the bamboo forest with a monk, talking about karma and talking about Zen Buddhism. Before I knew it, a bright moon rose in the pine forest, and I stood up with my clothes shaking and went home in the shadow of the tree.

Original text] knotted Lu people's path, planted cane mountain, the forest and the land are abundant, the smoke and haze are suitable, the shade of the osmanthus, by the white grass, a glass of turbid wine, the number of Qingqin, the sincerity of the music.

Notes: At the foot of the mountain.

Translation] To build a grass hut next to the path where people climb the mountain, and to plant crutches at the foot of the mountain, in the woods and ravines, is a sign of the fertility of the land, and the smoke is shrouded in smoke, which is in harmony with my nature. Chilling in the shade of the cinnamon tree, leaning back to the white grass, drinking a glass of turbid wine, and stroking a few qingqin, this is really enough to make people happy.

Original] rim water ripples, up and down with the moon; The cold mountains are far away from the fire, the light is extinguished outside the forest, and the small dogs in the deep alleys bark like leopards. The village is empty and night, and the complex and the sparse bell are alternate, sitting alone at this time, and the child servants are silent.

Note] Rim Shui: The name of the water, located in the area of Lantian County, Shaanxi Province, Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty once lived in seclusion here, and built the Rim River Farewell.

Translation] The rim water ripples layer by layer, reflecting the moonlight flickering up and down, sparkling; A few lights in the cold mountains in the distance flickered on and off outside the woods, and the dogs in the deep alleys barked like leopards. In the quiet village, there was the sound of rice in the evening, and the bell of the temple was interspersed, and at this time he was sitting alone, and even the servants were silent.

Original text] The east wind opens the willow eyes, and the yellow bird scolds the peach slave.

Note: Peaches that have not been picked in autumn and have been dried after winter.

The warm east wind of spring blew open the eyes of the willows, and the yellow birds scold the dried peaches on the branches.

Between the pine and bamboo, the idle clouds are closed;

Leaning on the green forest, the petals are stained.

Grass and smoke.

A few wisps of holes, full of spring light, yellow birds.

Bang. At this time, you can be poetic, and you can paint it, but you are afraid that the poem is not exhaustive, and the painting is not satisfactory.

And the master rhyme, who can be exhausted in a few words, can be called poetry, can be called painting, and it is not necessary to say that the poetry of the master rhyme can be burned.

The grass is accompanied by the river bridge, and the brocade cable is raining in the morning.

Huayin Lianye Temple, cloth sail clear hanging six bridge smoke.

1. Between the pine and bamboo, the idle clouds are closed; Leaning under the green forest, the petals are stained. The grass is full of steps, and the tea smoke is a few wisps; The spring light is full of eyes, and the yellow bird is sounding.

2. The fine grass is breezy, and the evening mountains on both sides of the strait welcome the short tree; Weeping poplars and waning moons, a river of spring water to see off the boat.

3. A touch of ten thousand homes, the color of the smoke and trees, the green trees want to flow, the shallow and deep cloth, the mind and eyes are competing, and the expression is refreshing.

4. Thousands of miles of clear sky, thousands of peaks open to the clouds, mountains such as Dai, wind such as autumn, thick shade such as curtains, smoke and light such as the source of the cavity, flute such as cranes, hurricanes such as babbling, warm words such as spring flocculents, cold words such as cold ice, this scene should not be thrown in vain.

5. The spring mountains are as bright as a smile, the summer mountains are green as drops, the autumn mountains are as clear as makeup, and the winter mountains are bleak as sleep.

6. After watching the mountain rain, the color is new, and the green mountains are beautiful; Playing in the moon river, the waves are thousands of acres, and the bright moon suddenly increases.

7. Lying in the small window, the moon shadow to the bed field letter, or staying in the sycamore, or shaking in the willows, Cuihua pounces on the quilt, the gods and bones are immortal, and flows from the bamboo, such as spit out from the clouds.

8. Dense bamboo clouds, long forest covers the sun, shallow green and delicate, cage smoke provokes wetness, the structure of the rafters in the meantime, the bamboo tree is the hedge, and the wall is no longer covered. There is a hail spine shirt flowing water, clear can gargle teeth, song can flow, play in the meantime, away from the drape of the gloomy, the spirit is leisurely.

9. The white clouds linger, do not go all day long, a rock spring, gurgling fasting. The day of spring, the night of autumn, is clear and secluded, and it is the joy of the hermit, but I am afraid that it will be removed one day.

The Twelve Volumes of the Chronicles of the Little Window is a work of classical Chinese literature written by the Qing Dynasty writer Jiang Shiquan. The book records Jiang Shiquan's life in the last years of the Qing Dynasty, as well as his observations and reflections on the society at that time. The book describes Jiang Shiquan's life in the last years of the Qing Dynasty, as well as his observations and reflections on the society at that time.

The book describes Jiang Shiquan's life in the last years of the Qing Dynasty, as well as his observations and reflections on the society at that time. The book describes Jiang Shiquan's observations and reflections on the society at that time, as well as his suggestions for the reform and transformation of the society at that time. The book also describes Jiang Shiquan's suggestions for the reform and reform of the society of the time, as well as his suggestions for the reform and reform of the society of the time.

The book also describes Jiang Shiquan's suggestions for the reform and reform of the society of the time, as well as his suggestions for the reform and reform of the society of the time. The book also describes Jiang Shiquan's suggestions for the reform and reform of the society at that time, as well as his suggestions for the reform and reform of the society at that time. The meaning of the Twelve Volumes of the Chronicles of the Little Window is that it provides a profound perspective from which we can gain a deep understanding of the society of the time, as well as Jiang Qi Cha Shiquan's suggestions for the reform and transformation of the society at that time.

It also provides a case study from which we can learn how to reform and transform society, and how to better improve the social environment.

Make the piano of the green Qi, and you can listen to the gentleman; The pen of the color is difficult to describe the eyebrows of Jingzhao; Looking at the clouds and looking at the moon, it is nothing more than a sad voice; Willow and flowers, all the places of ecstasy.

Translation: I'm playing with the piano of Luqi, but what about going to ** find a woman who can understand the rhythm like Wenjun? wet the color pen of the thrush, but it is difficult to find someone as loving and considerate as Jing Zhaoyi Chun Zhang Chang to paint the thrush for her.

Looking up at the floating clouds and bright moon, what I heard in my ears was nothing more than some sad and sad voices, climbing willows and picking flowers, everywhere was a place haunting dreams.

"Luqi" is a famous literati Sima Xiangru in the Han Dynasty. No matter how good the piano is, what it plays is nothing more than some songs that can only be understood by lovers. Since ancient times, it is difficult to find a bosom friend, and it is difficult to find a lover, if you want a lover to be a bosom friend, wouldn't it be even more difficult?

If the lover is not a bosom friend and can't understand the charm of the piano, then it is better to play it with whomever to listen to.

Zhang Chang paints thrushes for his wife every day, and what he paints is a love eyebrow, if Zhang Chang is a ruthless person, Nian Meng, then who will show the depth of the eyebrows? Zhongyun in "Midnight Song": "Since I don't come here, I can't open the device; I don't dare to pay attention to my mess, and I am dressed in yellow.

At this time, if you look at the moon alone and the stars are scarce, the clouds are fluttering, and the sky is so quiet and out of reach, there is always a sense of lost soul, desolation and sadness.

The picture shows Mr. Li Zhenkai's work "The Story of a Small Window".

At the beginning of spring, the jade trees are uneven, the ice flowers are scattered, Qiongtai is wonderful, and Luofu sits in Xuanpu. If it is not under the moon at dusk, with the piano and the wine, then the dark fragrance floats, and the shadow is sparse and slanted, how can there be reality?

Notes] Jade Tree: A snow-covered tree. Xuanpu: The legendary abode of the gods on the top of Kunlun Mountain, there are strange flowers and stones. Xuan, through "hanging". Luofu: That is, Luofu Mountain, Guangdong, a famous Taoist mountain. Legend has it that Ge Hong of the Middle East Jin once made alchemy here.

Translation] In the early spring, the jade trees are uneven, the ice flowers are scattered, looking far away on the beautiful platform, it seems to be sitting in the Xuanpu Luofu Wonderland in a trance. If it weren't for the moonlit night at dusk, with the piano and poetry appreciation, the glass of wine lingering non-stop, and the fun of dark fragrance floating and sparse shadows, how can you see that this is real life?

Comment] Lingering in the world covered in silver, the moonlight is hazy, and the fragrance of plum blossoms wafts over, making people feel that they don't know what time it is.

Li Zhenkai's work "Spring Breeze Song".

Sex is unbearable, and the abyss is also disturbed by kites; The heart can meet the realm, and the wind and dust will also have the entertainment of smoke and haze.

Translation] The character cannot bear emptiness, even the vast abyss will inevitably be harassed by kites and fish; If you can understand the environment in your heart, even if the wind and dust of the world are combined with the smoke, you will also feel happy.

Comment] The environment is created by the heart, and if the heart is dissatisfied, there is no place to tolerate. If the heart is satisfied, the bucket room is the Qiongtai cloud room. If the nature is not suitable for the realm of tranquility and emptiness, then even if the body is like a fish and a bird in the abyss, it will be troubled by worldly affairs.

As long as the heart can be in harmony with nature, even in the dusty world, you can get the pleasure of being full of smoke.