Translation of The Tale of the West Mountain 30, Translation of The Tale of the West Mountain .

One of the Ten Notes of the West Mountain.

Out of the Xizhi Gate, crossed the sorghum bridge, the roadside is full of willows, the clear stream is like a belt, the flowing water is clear, you can clearly see the sand and gravel at the bottom of the water, the aquatic plants and algae linger, like a horse mane fluttering in the wind, the small fish one after another, suddenly jump out of the water, the flowing water stretches, the back is attached to the bamboo forest, and then there is an ancient temple, the green leaves are rich, the vermilion gate is covered, there is no one in silence, only the birds are singing and the flowers fall. Passing by the sluice, I heard the sound of water bubbling and flowing. When you arrive at Longtan Embankment, the trees become denser and denser, and the water surface becomes wider and wider, which is the Kunming Lake of the Summer Palace.

Every time in the middle of summer, the lotus ten miles are like brocade, the wind is full of rich fragrance, many beautiful and noble women gather here, sit by the water, float the cup to drink, it is really a very beautiful scenery. Rest on the Qinglong Bridge, the bridge has the height of several martial arts, there is a temple built by the mountain, the cliff is next to the steep cliff, the ancient cypress is gloomy, and the stone road is thousand-level. There is an attic on the mountainside, and the thousand peaks seem to have become its wings, and the loft stands like a screen in its arms, where the mist is often deposited.

The front is flat and open like a mirror, there is a stream, willow trees are planted next to it, rice fields are everywhere, and villages can be faintly seen in the verdant green. Follow the stream to the temple of Gongdeo, which is wide and has a wild view, and the clear stream in front of it is bypassed, and there is a seemingly dangerous small bridge to sit on and rest. Most of the monks in the temple can do farm work, and the sun is already turning west, and you can see the monks returning with farm tools and hats and singing.

There are old monks walking in the fields with crutches, the paddy fields are white due to the reflection, and the frogs are chirping one after another. Ah, this is the joy of pastoral life, I haven't seen it for three years, so I rest here at night.

Xiangshan (Xiangshan Temple) crosses the stone and rocks, and the winner of the mountain is also; Biyun (Biyun Temple) is also a spring winner. Fold and the north, for the reclining Buddha (reclining Buddha temple), the peak turns concave, do not hear the sound of the spring, but the door has the old cypress Baixu forest stands, the cold is pressing. In front of the hall, there are two old trees, which can be surrounded by hundreds.

Iron dry (pure texture **) branches (golden branches), green leaves tangled; 纡( ; Curved; Xi (the sun god Xi He, borrowed as the sun) back to the moon (tree branches to hide from the sun and moonlight), Tunfeng Cebu; Frost bark (white bark) is abrupt, and galls ( protruding tumors on trees. 10,000 snails; Nugen unearthed, Lei block (stone) bent (bend). Knock it, Ding Ding made a stone sound.

The temple mound (flat ground on the steps) is surrounded by hundreds of zhang, and for hundreds of years, the sun and the moon have not been seen. The stone pier is neat and tidy, and no saliva is allowed (no saliva is allowed). The temple is ancient, visitors do not come, and it is quiet for a long time.

If you sit under it at the midsummer banquet, you will want to wear a robe (and you want to wear a robe in the cold). Inquire about the name of the tree, or the cloud sa tree, whose leaves are like a vegetable (vegetable). Yu Nai folded a sleeve, and when he entered the city to ask Huang Pingqian (a friend of Yuan Zhongdao), he would be able to recognize it.

The reclining Buddha is covered with a tree and the winner is also. Fushan, when the old tree is eccentric to win, one of them can live, not in the neat. Among the three brakes (fragrant mountains, blue clouds, and reclining Buddhas), savages (people of the mountains and wilderness) would rather live in reclining Buddhas.

Li Liufang's "Travels to the West Mountain" out of the Xizhi Gate, across the Gaoliang Bridge, can be more than ten miles, to the Yuanjun Temple. Quietly beat and bend to the north, there are ten miles of flat embankment, the sandwich road is all ancient willows, uneven and reflective, Chenghu Lake is a hundred hectares, a look is faint. West Mountain; overlapping meaning) up and down with waves.

The ancient temple of far-sighted merit (and Yuquan Pavilion, Zhumen Biwa, green forest and green mountains, embellishment of each other. The mushrooms in the lake are scattered, and the gulls and herons are fluttering, such as in the painting of the south of the Yangtze River. To the letter of Jinshan and Biyun Xiangshan.

It's the day, and I'm back. On the embankment from the Qinglong Bridge, the evening breeze is clear, the lake smoke rises suddenly, Lan is moist like a drop, the willow is crazy, Gu is happy, and he can't go. First of all, Meng Xuan and Zi Jiang traveled together, but they did not come.

Go alone. The son will take the West Lake as his own, and his vision is high, Gu is stable in the city of seven fragrances, proud of this trip, why not? The book was sent to the brothers of Mengyang and the people in the West Lake smiled.

Translation: Out of the West City Gate of Beijing, into the Gaoliang Bridge, and then go about ten miles, to the Yuanjun Temple, turn to the north, there are ten miles of Pingdi Road, on both sides are planted with big willow trees, branches and shadows are intertwined with each other; The 100-acre Chenghu Lake is endless. The mountains on the west side and the sparkling water reflect up and down, and you can see the pavilions of the Gongdeji Temple and the Yuquan Temple in the distance, the red gates, the green tiles, the cyan bamboos, and the emerald green mountains shine on each other, and the duckweed in the lake is messy, and the gulls and herons are fluttering, as if they are in the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

I stayed at Biyun Temple and Xiangshan Temple in Wanshou Mountain for two consecutive nights, and left on the second day on a bad horse with limited mobility and infirmity. Riding a horse from Qinglong Bridge to the embankment, the gentle evening breeze, the rising water vapor on the lake, the emerald green of the mountain peaks as if dripping out, and the delicate branches of the willow trees scattered wildly in the wind, looking around at such a beautiful scenery are very happy, and finally it is almost impossible to leave. I made an appointment with Meng Xuan before, and Zijiang played together, but they didn't come.

I had to resolutely go alone, Zijiang regarded the West Lake as a self-enlightenment and self-infliction, and his vision was very high, so he thought that he lived in seclusion in the prosperous red dust city, and despised my trip this time. Why? Send the letter to Cheng Jiasui (Mengyang) and your brothers in West Lake, and let them smile and be happy.

Reference: Online + own opinion.

The original text of the Xishan banquet in the acres of travel is as follows:On September 28 this year, on the Oak Date Day, because of sitting in the Fahua West Pavilion and looking at the West Mountain, it was different. Then he ordered the servants to cross the Xiangjiang River, dye the river, cut the hazelnuts, burn the thatch, and stop at the height of the poor mountain.

Climbing and climbing, standing and flying, then the soil of all states is under the seat. Its high and low momentum, suddenly low, if the wall is like a hole, the size of thousands of miles, accumulation and accumulation, do not have to hide. Lingering green and white, outside and the sky, all eyes are one.

Then I know that it is the peculiarity of the mountain, and it is not similar to Peiyuan. leisurely and vigorous, and there is no end to it; He swims with the Creator without knowing what he is destitute. Drunk and drunk, drunk, I don't know the day of the sale.

The twilight, from afar, to nowhere to be seen, and still do not want to return. The heart is condensed and released, and it is combined with all things. Then I knew that I had not yet begun to swim, and I had begun to swim.

Therefore, it is written for the will. It is the year, the yuan and the four years also. (Excerpt).

The translation of the Xishan Banquet Travelogue is as follows:On September 28 this year, I was sitting in the west pavilion of Fahua Temple, looking at the west mountain, and I pointed out that it was strange. So he ordered his servants to cross the Xiang River, along the Dye River, cut down thorns, and burn the grass until they reached the top of the mountain.

We then climbed to the top of the mountain, sat down and watched at will, and the land of several nearby states was all under our seats. The terrain of these states is uneven, with deep mountains at the top and depressions at the bottom, like ant seals, like caves, (seemingly) only a size away, but in fact a thousand miles away. (This is the scene within a thousand miles) gathers, shrinks, accumulates in the present, and nothing can be hidden.

The green mountains linger, the white water is swirling, and the outside is connected with the horizon. It's the same sight on all sides. (Climb to the top) and then realize that this mountain is particularly prominent, not the same as a small mound.

The vastness and vastness of the atmosphere between heaven and earth are one and cannot get its edge, and it is leisurely and contented to travel with nature without knowing its end. [So] we took our glasses and filled them with wine, and we staggered into a drunken state, not knowing that the sun was going down. The gray twilight came from afar, and I didn't want to return until I couldn't see anything.

I just feel that the mind has stopped, the form has dissipated, and it has become one with all things in nature unconsciously. Then I realized that I had never really traveled before, and the real tour started here. So I wrote an article about this trip to the West Mountains to record it.

The year is the fourth year of Yuanhe.