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A certain enlightenment: I was taught yesterday, and I secretly thought that I have been getting along well with Jun Shiyou for a long time, but every time I disagree on matters, I use different techniques.

Although you want to force yourself to report, you will eventually be unobserved, so you will report a little bit and you will no longer be able to identify one by one.

I remember that Meng Jun really treats me as a good person, and I should not be rash when it comes to repeated things. Therefore, I have a way to do this, and I hope you can forgive me.

What the Confucians are fighting for is especially about the name and reality. The name and reality are clear, and the principles of the world are clear.

Now that you have seen the teacher, you think that you are invading officials, causing trouble, expropriating profits, and refusing to remonstrate, causing resentment and slander in the world.

A certain theory is that one takes orders from the master, discusses the laws and regulations, and then cultivates them in the court, and then teaches them to officials, not to invade officials; to carry out the government of the previous kings, to promote benefits and eliminate disadvantages, not to cause trouble; to manage the world's finances, not to collect profits; to ward off evil spirits , It’s difficult for people to refuse advice.

As for the large number of complaints, I knew this beforehand.

People have been accustomed to living in obscurity for a long time. Scholars and officials often do good deeds by being unconcerned with state affairs and being pro-conventional and flattering the public. The superiors want to change this. However, someone who does not measure the enemy's numbers wants to help the superiors to resist them. What will happen to the masses? Rather than fiercely?

When Pan Geng moved, he was the one who complained about the people and was not just a scholar-bureaucrat in the imperial court. Pan Geng did not change his attitude because of the resentment. He measured justice and then acted. This is why he did not see any regrets.

If you really blame me for being in office for a long time and not being able to do much to anoint the people, then I am guilty. If you say that today I should do nothing and just stick to what I did before, then it is not my place. Dare to know.

No chance to meet, no chance to yearn for

My dearest friend, Wang Anshi, please enlighten us: Yesterday, I received your advice from (your letter). I privately think that I have been on good terms with you, Junshi, for a long time. However, when we discuss political affairs, we often have different opinions. This is because of our political opinions and methods. Mostly for different reasons.Even if I try to persuade you with a few words, I will definitely not be understood by you in the end, so I just reply to the letter very briefly and will not defend myself one by one.Later, I considered that you have always valued me and treated me favorably, so I should not be sloppy in my correspondence, so I will tell you in detail the reasons why I did this. I hope you can forgive me after reading it.

Originally, scholars who were knowledgeable about books and etiquette argued about whether the name was consistent with the reality.If the name and reality are clearly distinguished, the right and wrong of the world will also be clear.Now you come to advise me because you think that my actions have violated the official rights, caused trouble and caused trouble, amassed money to compete with the people, refused to accept opinions, and thus caused resentment and accusations from the people of the world.However, I believe that accepting orders from the emperor, formulating laws and regulations in public in the court hall, revising them at the court, and handing them over to the officials of relevant departments for execution is not an infringement of official power; imitating the wise politics of the late emperor, it is used to establish To do good things and eliminate shortcomings is not to cause trouble; to manage the country's finances is not to collect money; to refute wrong opinions and accuse sycophants is not to refuse to listen to opinions.As for the amount of resentment and slander, that was to be expected.

People are accustomed to living in peace and contentment, and it is no longer a matter of day.Most of the scholar-bureaucrats regard it as a good deed to ignore national affairs, go along with the secular (opinion), and flatter everyone. (Therefore) the emperor wants to change this (bad) trend. So, without estimating the number of opponents, I want to come up with ( My own) power helped the emperor to resist this force, (in this case) then why didn't those people make a fuss (against me)?When Pan Geng moved the capital, even the common people complained, and it was not just the scholar-bureaucrats in the court who opposed it; Pan Geng did not change his plan just because of resentment; (this was what he) considered. (Moving the capital) is reasonable, and then act resolutely; if you think it is right (just) you can't see anything to regret.If you blame me, Junshi, because (I) have been in office for a long time and failed to help the emperor do a great cause and benefit these common people, then I admit that (I am) guilty; if I say that I should do nothing now Just do it and stick to the old ways of the predecessors. That is not something I dare to learn from.

I haven’t had the chance to meet you, but I admire you so much!

Didn't you see it?The water of the Yellow River seems to be pouring from the sky, and the waves roll straight to the East China Sea and never flow back.

Haven't you seen that white hair facing the mirror in the high hall and lamenting deeply?It was still green hair in the morning, but it turned into snow in the evening.

When you are proud of life, you should enjoy the joy to the fullest, and don't let the golden cup face the bright moon empty without wine.

God has created my talents, so they must be useful. Even if I spend a thousand taels of gold, I can get it again.

Let the cooking of lambs and the slaughter of oxen be considered a joyful thing, and if necessary, one should drink three hundred cups happily.

Cen Xun, Yuan Danqiu, drink quickly and don’t stop.

I will sing a song to you, please listen to me.

The luxurious life of delicacies from mountains and seas is not considered precious. I just hope that I can live in a dream and never wake up again.

Since ancient times, sages have been lonely, and only those who know how to drink can leave a good reputation.

The king of Chen, Cao Zhi, held a banquet and was optimistic, drinking expensive wine and having fun.

Why do you say I don't have much money?Just use the money to buy wine and drink together.

The precious five-flowered horses and the expensive leather coats are all exchanged for fine wine by the waiter. Let us work together to eliminate this endless sorrow!

At night I went to the head of the Xunyang River to see off my guests. The maple trees and reed trees were blown by the autumn wind and made a rustling sound.

My guests and I dismounted and held a farewell banquet on the boat. I raised my glass and wanted to drink, but the music did not help.

I was not happy after drinking the wine and was even more sad that I was about to say goodbye. When I said goodbye, there was a cold moon in the vast river.

Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing from the river; I forgot about the returning guests and didn't want to leave.

Look for the source of the sound and ask softly who is playing the pipa?Pipa paused for a long time but said nothing.

We moved the boat closer and invited her to come out to meet her. We asked the servants to add wine, turn on the lights, and start the banquet again.

After calling her a thousand times, she slowly walked out, half covering her face with the pipa she held in her arms.

She tightened the axis of the piano and plucked the strings to play a few times, but before she could form a tune, she had feelings for it.

Xianxian's sad and sad voice implies deep contemplation, seeming to be telling her the dissatisfaction of her life.

She lowered her eyebrows and played slowly and continuously, pouring out the infinite sadness in her heart.

Gently gather it, slowly twist it, rub it and pick it, first play "Neon Clothes and Feather Clothes Song" and then "Six Yao".

The voice of the big string is heavy and melodious like a storm, while the voice of the small string is thin and quiet, eager and broken, like a whisper.

The cacophony and chirping sounds are played interlaced with each other, like pearls, big and small, falling off a jade plate one by one.

For a while, it is like an oriole singing gracefully and fluently under the flowers, and for a while, it is like spring water flowing under the ice.

It seems that the sound of the cold pipa in the spring of water begins to condense, and the condensed and unsmooth sound gradually stops.

It seems that there is another kind of melancholy and hatred secretly breeding, but the sound pauses at this time is more moving than the sound.

Suddenly, the sound of the pipa suddenly became louder, like a silver bottle exploding and water slurry rushing out; it was also like a team of cavalry coming out, with swords and guns firing.

At the end of the song, the plectrum slipped across the middle of the strings, and the four strings roared as if torn the cloth.

The painted boats and cruise ships to the east and west were quiet, and only the autumn moon reflected in the center of the river was glowing with white light.

She meditated, put away the pick and inserted it into the strings; she straightened her clothes and still showed a solemn face.

She said that she was originally a famous singer in the capital, and her hometown lived in Xiatoling, southeast of Chang'an City.

He learned how to play the pipa at the age of 13, and his name was registered in the first section of the Jiaofang Orchestra.

Every time she plays the song, the art masters are impressed, and every time she puts on makeup, she is jealous of her fellow singers and prostitutes.

The wealthy people in the capital competed to give me rewards. Every time I finished playing a song, I didn’t know how much colored silk they had to give me.

The silver grate on the tin head is often broken and smashed, and the red skirt is stained by wine, but I don't regret it.

Year after year we spend our time laughing and playing, and the beautiful time between autumn and spring is wasted in vain.

My brothers in the workshop have joined the army, the aunt in charge of the family has died, and I am getting older and poorer every day.

There are fewer cars and horses in front of the door and only a few visitors. As I get older, I have no choice but to marry a businessman.

The businessman only cares about making profits and takes separation very lightly. Last month he went to Fuliang to buy tea and sell goods.

He left and left me alone to guard the empty boat at the mouth of the river. The autumn moon kept me company, and the autumn water around the cabin was cold and cold.

Late at night, I often dream about having fun and reveling in my youth, and I wake up crying in my dreams, staining my pink face with tears.

I had already shaken my head and sighed after hearing the sound of the pipa, and then I became even more confused when I heard her words.

They are all poor people who have fallen to the end of the world. Why bother asking if we have known each other before when we meet today?

I have been sick since I left the bustling capital of Chang'an last year and was demoted to live by the Xunyang River.

Xunyang is a desolate and remote place with no music, and you can't hear orchestral music all year round.

I live near the Huanjiang River, which is low-lying and humid. There are some yellow reeds and bitter bamboos growing around the yard.

What can you hear here sooner or later?It's all the sad cries of cuckoos and monkeys.

The flowers on the spring river and the moonlit night on the autumn river are so beautiful, but I have no choice but to drink wine alone.

Are there no folk songs and village flutes here?It's just that the hoarse and rough tone is really unpleasant.

After listening to the music you played on the pipa tonight, it was like listening to the fairy music from the sky, and my ears suddenly became clear.

Please don't refuse to sit down and play another song. I'm going to compose a new poem for you, "Pipa Song."

Moved by my words, she stood for a long time, turned around, sat down, and tightened the strings to make an urgent sound.

It was so sad that it was not as monotonous as the one played just now. Everyone present covered their faces and cried non-stop when they heard it.

I want to ask who among you has shed the most tears.Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt has been soaked with tears!

"Shui Jing" says: "There is a Shizhong Mountain at the mouth of Poyang Lake." Li Daoyuan believed that the bottom of Shizhong Mountain is close to a deep pool, and the breeze vibrates the waves, and the water and stones beat against each other, making a sound like a big bell.This statement is often doubted.If a bell is placed in the water, even strong winds and waves cannot make it make any sound, let alone a stone!It was not until the Tang Dynasty that Li Bo visited the old site of Shizhong Mountain.Find two rocks by the deep pool, knock them, and listen to their sounds. The sound of the rock in the south is thick and vague, and the sound of the rock in the north is crisp and loud. The drumsticks stop beating, and the lingering sound slowly disappear.He himself thought he had found the reason why Shizhongshan was named.But I'm particularly confused about this statement.Stones that make sounds when struck are everywhere, but this mountain is the only one named after a bell. Why is this?

On the ninth day of the sixth month of the seventh year of Yuanfeng, I took a boat from Qi'an to Linru. My eldest son Su Mai was about to take office as the county captain of Dexing County in Raozhou. I sent him to Hukou, so that he could see the so-called Shizhong Mountain. .The monk in the temple asked the boy to hold an ax and hit one or two places among the rocks to make a ringing sound.Of course I found it funny and didn't believe it.At night, the moonlight was bright, and Su Mai and I took a boat to the bottom of the broken wall.Go under the broken wall.Huge rocks stand slopingly, thousands of feet high, like ferocious beasts and strange ghosts, gloomily trying to attack people; the eagles nesting on the mountains are frightened and fly up when they hear the sound of people, and they fly in the sky. There were clanging sounds; there was also a sound like an old man coughing and laughing in the valley. Some people said it was a stork.I was frightened and wanted to go back, when suddenly a huge sound came from the water, loud and loud like the beating of bells and drums.The boatman was frightened.I slowly observed that there were caves and crevices under the mountain. I don’t know how deep they were. Tiny water waves poured into them, and the water waves stirred up and made this sound.The boat returned between the two mountains and was about to enter the port. There was a big stone facing the middle of the water. There could be about a hundred people sitting on it. The middle was empty and there were many holes. It swallowed up the breeze and water waves and spit it out, making a sound. The sound of the boring mandarin echoes with the previous sound, like music playing.So I smiled and said to Su Mai: "Do you know those allusions? The clanking sound is the sound of King Zhou Jing's Wu Sheng bell; the sound of the ridge and boring mandarin is the sound of Wei Zhuangzi's singing bell. The ancients did not deceive. me!

Is it okay to not see anything with the eyes or hear it with the ears, but just rely on subjective assumptions to guess whether it exists or not?What Li Daoyuan saw and heard was probably the same as mine, but he did not describe it in detail; after all, the scholar-bureaucrats were unwilling to use small boats to anchor under the cliffs at night, so no one knows; fishermen and boatmen, Although I know the truth behind the naming of Shizhong Mountain, I cannot record it in writing.This is the reason why Shizhong Mountain got its name has not been handed down in the world.However, simple people even use axes to hit stones to find the reason for the name of Shizhong Mountain, thinking that they have got the truth about the name of Shizhong Mountain.Therefore, I wrote down the above experience, lamenting Li Daoyuan's simplicity and laughing at Li Bo's shallowness.

By narrating the investigation into the origin of Shizhongshan's name, the article emphasizes that in order to correctly judge a thing, one must go deep into the actual situation and conduct careful investigation.Su Shi (1037-1101), a writer, calligrapher, painter and gourmet in the Northern Song Dynasty.His courtesy name is Zizhan and his nickname is Dongpo Jushi.Han nationality, Sichuan native, buried in Yingchang (now Jiaxian County, Pingdingshan City, Henan Province).He had a bumpy official career throughout his life, but he was knowledgeable and talented. He was excellent in poetry, calligraphy and painting.His writing is unbridled, clear and fluent. Together with Ouyang Xiu, he is called Ou Su, and he is one of the "Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties". His poetry is fresh and vigorous, good at using exaggeration and metaphor, and his artistic expression is unique. He is also called Su Huang together with Huang Tingjian. He started a bold and unrestrained school and had a huge influence on later generations. Together with Xin Qiji, he was called Su Xin. He was good at calligraphy in running script and regular script. He could create his own ideas. His pen was rich and ups and downs, and he had an innocent taste. He was called Song Dynasty together with Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu and Cai Xiang. The four schools have the same painting studies and literature, advocate spiritual similarity in painting, and advocate "scholar painting".He is the author of "The Complete Works of Su Dongpo" and "Su Dongpo Yuefu".