The ancient poem of Lan Zhengxie pinyin, the full text of the translation of Lan poem

<> translation. The orchid grows on the top of the rock, and its fragrance is overflowing, and in the protruding rocks and crevices, the wonderful floral fragrance is rich and fragrant.

It's not that there is no noise of floating clouds rolling under the lotus, it's just that the orchids don't want to pay attention to them, they don't know when they will come, and they won't stay when they leave.

Zheng Xie (1693-1765), also known as "Zheng Banqiao", the word Kerou, the number Li'an, also known as Banqiao, known as Mr. Banqiao, was a native of Xinghua, Jiangsu, and his ancestral home was Suzhou. Kangxi Xiucai, Yongzheng ten years of people, the first year of Qianlong (1736) Jinshi.

Guanshan Fan County, Weixian County Order, remarkable political achievements, after living in Yangzhou, to sell paintings for a living, for the "Yangzhou Eight Monsters" important representatives.

The translation is as follows:

Three thatched huts, ten miles of spring breeze, looking at the bamboo on the mountain in the cluster window, what an elegant thing, people who can enjoy it so much, but they don't understand, it's a big pity. And those who are ignorant and have no ink on their chests, in such a situation, they don't know where to be happy.

Only those who work hard, suddenly have more than ten days of leisure, will close the firewood door, sweep the path, face the fragrant orchids, taste bitter tea, and sometimes the breeze and drizzle, moistening the fence and path. There are no annoying mundane things, facing close friends, sighing for such a rare and leisurely day. So I painted orchids, bamboos, and stones to comfort the toiling people, not for those who were greedy for enjoyment.

Original text: Three thatched huts, ten miles of spring breeze, orchids in the window, and bamboo outside the window. What a taste this is, and those who enjoy it do not know.

Ignorant, no ink, no fun. However, the laboring and poor people, suddenly have ten days and five days of time, close the firewood, sweep the bamboo path, to Fang Lan, sip bitter tea, sometimes there is a late breeze and drizzle, moistened between the sparse fence and path, the vulgar do not come, good friends come to come, and it is appropriate to be surprised by the rarity of this day. Fanwu paints orchids, bamboos and stones, which are used to comfort the world's laborers, not for the world's peace and enjoyment.

Introduction:

Draw bamboo. The self-proclaimed painting of bamboo is more than the paper window powder wall to see the sun and moon shadow of the insinuation monster obtained. Zeng inscribed:

My bamboo is vulgar and elegant, calligraphy has a line, bamboo is more line, calligraphy has shades, bamboo has shades, calligraphy has sparseness, bamboo has sparseness, bamboo has sparseness. He is good at writing bamboo, and he inscribes the paragraph between the bamboo and stones, and uses the core of bamboo Zheng "between no, strong and multi-knot" to express his lonely sentiment with his Li.

He is good at painting orchids, bamboos and stones.

The body is bookish, the style is strong, and it calls itself "the orchid that is not thanked at four times, the bamboo of a hundred sections of evergreen, the stone that is invincible through the ages, and the person who remains unchanged for thousands of years". Jiang Shiquan inscribed the orchid poem and said: "Banqiao's painting is like writing orchid, the waves are strange and ancient, Banqiao's writing of orchid is like writing, and the leaves and flowers are beautiful."

In this passage, the relationship between "book" and "painting" in his works is really very clear.

On the top of a thousand mountains, the abrupt deep seam is full of fragrant cherry blossoms. Song rotten is not without clouds under your feet, and you don't know each other, you don't stay.

TranslationThe orchid grows at the top of the mountain, and its fragrance is overflowing, and in the protruding rocks and crevices, the wonderful floral fragrance is rich and fragrant. It's not that there is no noise of clouds rolling under their feet, it's just that the orchids don't want to pay attention to them, they don't know when they will come, and they won't stay when they leave.

CommentTop: Head protrusion: Thick above the surroundings: Rich Non: Not floating clouds: Clouds in the sky: noisy.

The whole poem is to express the sentiments of the hermit of the master through the songs, and the lonely fang appreciates himself without being moved by the disturbances of the world. The poem praises the orchid's independent conduct in a difficult and harsh environment, and sings about the orchid's indifferent mentality, so as to express his feelings of insisting on ethics, being weak and self-sufficient, and pursuing individual freedom. It expresses the author's noble sentiments of indifference to fame and fortune and not following the trend.

The focus of the whole poem is in the last two sentences, which can be compared with Mr. Wuliu Tao Yuanming's knot in the human realm, without the noise of cars and horses, how can you ask you? The mind is far away from the self-biased to understand. Poetic works:

Inscription OrchidPoetry Classification:[Yongwu], [Writing Flowers], [Shuzhi].

Orchid is a kind of flower, do not seek to smell only smoke.

Picking wood or fear of passing paths, but also write about the mountains are covered.

Pronunciation: lán

cǐ shì yōu zhēn yī zhǒng huā ，bù qiú wén dá zhī yān xiá 。

cǎi qiáo huò kǒng tōng lái jìng ， gēng xiě gāo shān yī piàn zhē 。

I teach at a private school by the river, and I often get up in the morning to observe the bamboo. At this time, the smoke, the shadow of the sun, and the dew all float and flow among the sparse branches and dense leaves. As a result, the emotion in his chest was erect, and he had the idea of painting.

In fact, the bamboo reflected in my mind at this time is no longer the bamboo that my eyes see, so I quickly took the inkstone and grinded the ink, painted the paper, took advantage of the pen, and waved it to the fullest, and quickly became a picture. At this time, the bamboo drawn by the pen is no longer the bamboo reflected in my mind. In short, it is an indisputable law that ideas arise before they are put to paper; But the overflow of interest outside the law is all up to the work of personal luck.

Is it just about painting?

Zheng Xie's inscription poem "Bamboo and Stone".

Bamboo and Stone is an inscription poem. There are bamboo and stone on the picture, which were inscribed by the poet for the bamboo and stone paintings he painted.

"Bamboo and Stone" insists that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks.

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south.