"Hu" in "Fu on the Red Wall" is an auxiliary word of mood, which is used to adjust syllables and has no practical significance.
For example:
"Hu" in Gray and Pale: the appearance of adjective suffixes, ...
"Hu" and "Hu", which are as vast and independent as the world, are adjectives with the suffix ….
"Hu" of "knowing can't be ignored": modal particles in sentences.
This is not the "Hu" of "Meng De Kun": an interrogative word, equivalent to "Mo".
"Hu" in "Sleeping in the Boat": preposition, equivalent to "Yu", in.
Chibifu
Original text:
In the autumn of René n (xū), in July, Perilla and her guests went boating under the Red Cliff.
The breeze blows gently and the water can't reach the surface. Give wine (zhǔ) guests, recite moon poems and sing graceful chapters (y m: o ti m: o).
Small (sh ǒ o) swallow, the moon rises in Dongshan, wandering among cattle.
Milky white fog across the river, clear water. Like a reed, it will make you feel overwhelmed.
The vastness is like a virtual wind, and I don't know where it ends; Floating like an independent world, feathering into a fairy.
So I had a good time drinking and sang with my boat. Song Yue said, "When Gui Gui (zhào) and Xi Lan paddle (jiāng) hit the sky and returned home." .
I am looking forward to (Yu), I am looking forward to beauty. "Guest has a piper, leaning on the song and (her). Its voice is full of resentment, longing, crying and complaining, and the lingering sound is endless. Dance in the Valley (hè) and weep alone (lí).
Su Zikai (Qi O) sat in a dangerous position and asked the guest, "What is it (wéi)?"
The guest said, "There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south." Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde?
Looking at Xiakou in the west and Wuchang in the east. Miao Shanchuan (liáo) is gloomy and dusty. Isn't this Meng Zhizhi who is trapped?
Fang Qi broke Jing State, went down to Jiangling, went downstream to the east, and was thousands of miles long (zhú lú), and Jing (Jing) was empty, while (sh?) wine was near the river, and (shuò) poetry was a hero in the world, and it was safe today.
My son Yuqiao and I are on the Zhu Jiang (zhǔ). We are friends with elk (mí), driving a boat with flat leaves (piān) and raising bottles (páo). We are related to each other (zhǔ).
Sending a mayfly (fú yóu) into the earth is a drop in the ocean.
Mourn for a moment of my life (yú) and envy the infinity of the Yangtze River.
Fly with the flying fairy, hold the bright moon, and grow up. I couldn't understand it at the moment, but I heard about it in Hengtai. "
Perilla said, "The guest knows her husband (fú). What are water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has never been there;
If the person is full of emptiness, the deceased will not rise and fall (cháng). Gai must look at it from its changers, and then heaven and earth can't be in an instant;
If you look at it from its unchangeable point of view, then things are infinite to me, so why envy them! Besides, between heaven and earth, everything has its owner. Although gǒu is a dime, it is not mine.
However, the wind in the river and the bright moon in the mountains are beautiful when they meet. They are inexhaustible treasures of the creator and suitable places for me and my son. "
Guests are happy and wash more lights (gēng). Yao's core is tired and his cups and plates are in a mess. Sleeping on the boat, I don't know if the east is white.
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In autumn in Ren Xu, on July 16, my friends and I went boating under Chibi. The breeze blows gently, but the waves are quiet. Raise a glass to propose a toast to your partner, recite (praise) the poem of the bright moon and the "graceful" chapter in the poem "The Book of Songs Martin Moonrise". After a while, the bright moon rose from the back of Dongshan and moved back and forth between Dousu and Niusu. White fog crosses the river, and the spray is connected with the starry sky. We let reedlike boats float freely on the boundless river. Hao Haoran looks like flying in the air with the wind, and I don't know where to stay; The look of being on cloud nine seems to have become a fairy, flying away from the world and boarding a fairyland.
At this time, I drank happily, knocked on the ship's rail with my hand and sang loudly. The song sings: "Sweet-scented osmanthus wooden boat paddles vanilla, facing the empty waves and the flowing water is full of light. My feelings are far away, and I miss the monarch in my heart, far away. " Among the guests, one can play the flute and sing according to the rhythm. The flute sounds like resentment, hope, crying and talking, and the lingering sound is melodious and silky. Can make the dragon in the deep valley dance for it, can make the widow in the lonely boat cry.
I look sad and sad. I adjusted my skirt, sat up straight and asked the guest, "Why is it so sad?" The companion replied: "The moon stars are rare, and blackbirds fly south." Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? You can see Xiakou in the west and Wuchang in the east. Mountains and rivers are contiguous, full of green. Isn't this the place where Cao Mengde was besieged by Zhou Yu? At the beginning, Jingzhou was captured, Jiangling was captured, and it went down the Yangtze River. His warships stretched for thousands of miles, covered the sky with flags, drank by the river and recited poems with spears. He is indeed a lean man of the present age, but where is he today? Besides, I am fishing and chopping wood with you by the river, keeping company with fish and shrimp, and making friends with elk. (We) drove the boat and raised cups to toast each other. (We) are in a world as vast as a mayfly and as small as a millet in the sea. Alas, we lament that life is only a short moment and envy the endless Yangtze River. (I want to) travel around the world hand in hand with the gods, embrace the bright moon and live forever. I know that I can't get it often, so I can only pin the sound of the flute on this sad autumn wind. "
I said, "Do you know this water and the moon? Just like this river, it has not really passed away; The round time is like this month, but it doesn't increase or decrease in the end. If from the changeable side of things, there is no moment between heaven and earth that is constant; From the unchangeable side, everything is as endless as one's own life. What is there to envy? Besides, between heaven and earth, everything belongs to each other. If you don't have it, you shouldn't even take a penny. Only when the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains reach your ears can you hear the sound and draw all kinds of colors when you enter your eyes. No one will forbid you to get these things, and you never have to do your best to enjoy them. This is the endless treasure of nature, and I can enjoy it with you.
So the companion smiled happily, washed the cup and filled it with wine. All the vegetables and fruits have been eaten, except the cups and plates on the table. (My companion and I) slept on each other's pillows on the boat, and it turned white before we knew it.
Houchibi mansion
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Is the hope of October, step away from Tang Xue, will be attributed to Lingao (gāo). Two guests have never given gifts to Sakamoto (bǐ n). Since the frost has fallen, the leaves have fallen, and the figure is on the ground. Look up at the bright moon, take care of it, and sing and answer.
He sighed and said, "There are guests without wine, and there is wine without food (yáo). The moon is white and the wind is clear, what a good night! " The guest said, "It's thin (bó) this evening, and you can catch fish with huge mouths and fine scales, like Songjiang (lú) bass. How about Gu 'an's wine? " Go home and find a woman. The woman said, "I had a beer fight and hid it for a long time, just for fear that my son would need it."
So I swam to the red cliff with wine and fish. The river is noisy, and the shore breaks thousands of feet; The mountain is high and the moon is small, and the truth comes out. Once the sun and the moon were geometric, but the mountains and rivers were unrecognizable. Jade wears clothes, walks on the rocks of chán, wears velvet, lives among tigers and leopards, climbs the dragon of qiú, climbs the dangerous nest of the stork (Hunú) and leans against the secluded palace of píng. You can't cover two guests at will. However, the whistling, the vibration of vegetation, the sound of mountains and valleys, and the wind and water are surging. Giving is also quiet and sad, awe and fear, and it is impossible to stay. Instead, get on the boat, let it flow and stop it.
It will be half past midnight, and I will be lonely. There is a solitary crane, and the river comes from the east. Wings are like wheels wrapped in clothes, and suddenly (jiá) the sound is long, and they are swept to the ship and go west. The guest left, gave it and fell asleep. I dreamed of a Taoist priest wandering around in clothes (piān xiān) and passing under Lingao (gāo), saying, "Is it the joy of Red Cliff?" Ask his name, but don't answer. "alas! Hey! I know all about it. Chóu, wasn't it a child who flew past me last night? " The Taoist priest smiled and was surprised. Open an account and have a look. I can't see it.
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This year1October 15, I set out from Tang Xue and prepared to return to Lingaoge. Two guests followed me and walked through the yellow clay board together. By this time, it was first frost, and all the leaves had fallen out. Our figure was reflected on the ground, and we looked up and saw the bright moon hanging high. Looking around, I am very happy; So as they walked, they sang poems and rewarded each other.
After a while, I said regretfully, "There are guests without wine, and there is wine without food." The moonlight is bright and the breeze is blowing gently. How can I spend such a wonderful night? A guest said, "Tonight, I cast my net and caught a fish with a big mouth and fine scales, which is shaped like a bass in Wusong River. But where can I get wine? "I went home to discuss with my wife, who said," I have a barrel of wine, which I have kept for a long time for a rainy day. "
In this way, we visited the bottom of Chibi again with wine and fish. The flowing water of the Yangtze River makes a sound, and the steep bank of the river is steep; The mountains are high and the moon is small, the water level drops and the rocks are exposed. It's just how many days have passed, and I can't recognize the river view I saw last time! I lifted my skirt and went ashore, stepping on steep rocks and pushing aside messy weeds; Crouching on the strange stone in the shape of tiger and leopard, sometimes pulling the branches in the shape of dragon, climbing the cliff where birds of prey nest and overlooking the deep palace of Feng Yi, the water god. Neither guest can follow me to such a high place. I screamed loudly, the vegetation shook, the mountains sang with me, the deep valleys echoed, and the wind surged. I don't feel sad, I feel nervous, and I think it's horrible here. I can't stay long. Go back to the boat, row the boat to the middle of the river and let it go with the flow.
It's nearly midnight. Looking around, I feel very cold and lonely. There happened to be a crane flying across the river from the east, with wings as big as wheels. Kuroha on his tail was a black skirt and dressed in white. It quacked and blew our boat to the west. After a while, the guests left and I went home to sleep. I dreamed that a Taoist priest, dressed in feathers, walked briskly to your Excellency Lingao, bowed to me and said, "Did you have a good trip to Chibi?" I asked his name, but he bowed his head and didn't answer. "oh! Oh, dear! I know everything about you. Didn't you fly over to call me last night? " The Taoist priest turned to laugh, and I suddenly realized. When I opened the door, I couldn't see where he was.