The Taoist chief said: Hangzhou is an important stop in Li Shutong's life, he once took the examination here, taught music and art, and finally saw through the red dust here and became a monk.
In 1912, Li Shutong went to Hangzhou for the second time, and visited the West Lake with Jiang Shudan, Xia Junzun and others. Swim off, and write a "West Lake Night Tour" in Chinese. This article is elegant and interesting, but some of the words in the text are slightly jerky, so the governor made a brief vernacular translation after the original text.
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Text: Li Shutong
In July, Yu returned to Hangzhou and visited the normal school. The summer does not stop, and the garden tree is in autumn. When the wind blows in the tall buildings, they sit silently at night. On the sixth day, Mr. Jiang and Mr. Xia Er toured the West Lake.
At night, the sun sets red, the twilight mountains are purple, the stars scatter, and the fireflies out of the forest. The lakeshore is windy and light.
It is a pavilion on the lake, and the order is to cure the tea utensils. There are also Ling Qian, Chen Cangying. Short children sit, crazy people put on their shirts. Shen Mei talked high, happy to talk about the old things. Zhuang harmonious miscellaneous works, followed by a long roar, forest birds flying, residual lights are not gorgeous. Looking at the Bright Lake, it is beautiful and blue; the distant peaks are pale, if they are hidden, they are quite involved in reverie, because of the memory of the old tour.
Uncle Li was at the Hupao Temple in Hangzhou when he was ordained
Coming to Hangzhou at an early age, the intersection of the old and the old, Wenzi Yaozhai and Tian Ziyihou, when the time passed, drank on the lake. The years flow like a stream, more than nine. The living are displaced, the dead do not do, the fall is not picked up, and the wine marks are in the clothes. Liu Xiaobiaoyun: "Once the soul is gone, it will be the same as the autumn grass." "I have no idea, but I feel it."
Three arrows were missed, and the candle was said. The stars are in the sky, all are silent, the wildfires are dark, suspected of being green burning; the weeping yang is heavy, like a deep sleep.
Returning to the campfire, the bucket room is sleepless, the autumn sound is like rain, why should I work? I was tired and took notes.
The friend who traveled with him that night- Jiang Danshu
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By governor
In the seventh month of the lunar calendar in 1912, I came to Hangzhou again and lived in the dormitory of the Zhejiang Two-Level Normal School. When I first arrived in Hangzhou, the weather was still very hot, but the trees in the yard had begun to fall leaves - summer was almost over, and autumn was coming soon. Every night, I sat alone upstairs, enjoying the gentle breeze. After six days like this, by the evening of the seventh day, I simply called jiang Danshu and Xia Junzun two friends to visit the West Lake together at night.
When I came to the West Lake, I saw that the sunset had covered the mountains with a red curtain, which was beautiful. As it gets darker, tourists rush back, but the fireflies in the mountains and forests are gradually revealing. A few of us rafted west lake, gusts of fresh wind, sent a hint of coolness.
After getting off the boat and coming to the Huxin Pavilion [Note: The original text does not explicitly say that it is He Ting, but since it is in the West Lake, it should be the Huxin Pavilion], several friends took out tea sets to make tea. After drinking tea, the table is full of tender diamond horns, thinking that it is tea. Drinking tea and eating lingjiao, several friends began to comment on ancient and modern figures, chat about the history of barnyard officials and wild people, and when they were in a strong mood, they also sang songs - this is good, and the birds in the mountain forest flew up. Looking around, most of the people by the lake have gone to sleep, but they see a few sporadic lights [Note: At this time, the West Lake is still outside Hangzhou City, and there is a city wall between Hangzhou City]. In the moonlight, the lake sparkles, and the mountains of the West Lake loom in the distance, causing people to think: inadvertently, my thoughts go back to nine years ago...
A friend who traveled with him that day- Xia Junzun
The last time I came to Hangzhou, many friends were there, Wen Yaozhai and Tian Yihou [Note: the life of the two is unknown] often came to visit me, and also went to the West Lake to drink and chat. Time passed, nine years passed, and some of the friends at that time, such as today's other parties, had left me - the cheerful scene was still vividly remembered, but the happiness could never go back! Liu Xiaobiaoyun: "Once the soul is gone, it will be the same as the autumn grass" [Note: The "Liang Shu • Biography of Liu Jun", which means that he has no name before he dies, and after death, he will be like dry grass and no one will care about it]. What will happen to my life? A long sigh!
After some sighing, I found that it was very late, and everyone quickly packed up their things and prepared to go back. At this time, there was silence all around, only the sky was full of stars, and the people in the lake. On the way back, I saw that the wildfires in the distance would be extinguished, like green burning [Note: when it is a process of firing porcelain]; the willows by the lake, hanging down with green silk, seem to have entered a dreamland.
When I got to the room, I lit a lamp, and I was not sleepy for a long time: there was a gust of wind outside the window, like the autumn rain, and the passage of time was really helpless! Late at night, sleepiness finally struck, I was excited, quickly lifted the pen, wrote down the experience and thoughts of this night...
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