Intoxicating Spirits (Serial) (45)

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Volume III (1)

Born to sacrifice Jiang Luo Village

Lu Yayu

Mr. Birthday, seventy has seven. Sir's strength, as strong as his day. Mr. Broad- and unabashed. Sir has taught, is the pen of the load. Sir book came, show me clouds. Former tong transport, with Jun Weiyin (1). Now with who, and neighbor to the king. I want to be sacrificed, beg for a word. The servant is insensitive and non-willing and lazy. Curse the old curse, nothing is too much! If you think about it, you will not deceive me. Insulting the Religion of the Public, Why Fogo (2)! (3) Bu Ji Ri, is driving Huang Li. The lamb is hot and the butter is crispy. Dried rice (4) sake, carry with you. Zao Lu laughed and made a big fuss. Xi Gong arrived early and ate Tianlu for a long time. Suffered ji yao (5) court, and dengxian vice. There is a will, not a servant recorded. The servants are late, and the cover begins to be deserted. Pass the public trust and show me to walk around. Why? Wishing you a happy birthday. This year, I heard about the public and reported that I was three years old. Remembering the gongyu I said: 'There is a system in the military station; Zhu Chi is a disciple, and the performance appraisal is an example; the melon is often used, and the joy is not sleepy." 'What time the palace of life, the grinding scorpion lingers!' The emperor heard of the sin of the subject, and did not hear the year of the subject. Grass frost wind candle, can it be extended? There is a dead heart, no life. Servants (6) are in the same group, dare to forget to be comforted. Words are against the heart, and it is tasteless to hear. Broken nose with strange, so sacrifice. The priest of the world, the rodin. Who will enter the temple? Who should cry out? Prayer (7), Morro and Sheng. I smell the stage, to prevent Erut: the snowy mountains are caves, and the teachers and elders are difficult to overcome. If the ghost can do more, he will kill the thief. Life is not as good as man, and death should be repaid to the country. I smell the Western Regions, Buddhism is always new: ganges (8) sand number, are not bad. This goes to Tianzhu (9), no smell of Guanjin. When a spirit is not ignorant, he enters the Dharma. I smell Yan Luo, that is, Bao Xiaosu: his home Luzhou, the servant was once a pastor. The shepherd does not live up to God, and God should be telegraphed. For the sake of asking, does God remember a lot? I smell the Hades (10) and belong to the City God. My generation's title is quite comparable. Be humble and respectful. Is it like the bottom of a well, arrogant frogs? I smell here, Li Ling (11) channeled (12): Miao and Tang, Yu Tong ancestral guan. Wanderer river beam, wonderful words. Underground encounters, fixed non-ice charcoal. I smell naturalization, burial of the ancient Akira: Aozuka table, blood food (13) for the gods. It is the heart of the Han Que, and the fellow countrymen are relatives. Dead as a house, please be beautiful. All illusions are said to be dead and conscious; to die with consciousness is not to change their happiness. If Ben is ignorant, why the desert? Since the vicissitudes, who is not a commission? The public believes in the letter, and the king is indignant. I am white (14), and I serve the king. Drink and eat. Eating drunk is for the sake of food.

【Notes】

(1) 寅: In ancient times, it referred to the same official.

(2) Fogo: No results.

(3) Ye: So.

(4) Rice: Dry food.

(5) Yao: Legendary leader of the tribal confederation in the late patrilineal clan society.

(6) Shame: Humiliation, shame.

(7) 诔: Ancient words used to recognize the virtues of the deceased and to pay tribute.

(8) Ganges: River name, in India.

(9) Tianzhu : Ancient Indian nickname.

(10) Hades: Superstition refers to the place where a person lives after death.

(11) Li Ling: A lieutenant during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Western Han Dynasty.

(12) Channeling: Banishment.

(13) Blood Food: Sacrificed.

(14) Junfu I White: Floating White: Drink a large glass of wine.

【Translation】

Sir's age, seventy-seven years old this year. The gentleman's body is as strong as it was in his prime. Mr. open-minded, not shy away from any sorrow. He is very cultured and is recorded in books. Whenever a letter comes from the gentleman, he tells me the truth. In the past, we were all lucky to be officials together. Now a piece has been degraded to the side, and you have become a neighbor. I am ready to sacrifice you and give you a piece of your heart for your advice. I apologize for not being smart, not that I am willing to be lazy and brainless. You say curse the heavens, there is nothing you can't do. Looking back, what you said made sense didn't deceive me. Failing to live up to your teachings, there is no desired result. So I chose an auspicious day and asked you to return in the yellow carriage. Steamed lamb for you, buttermizzer. Prepare hearty dry food and aged wine, loaded with accompaniment. Building a house for you makes you happy, and when the excitement comes, feel free to lay out beautiful words. You have achieved the above glory very early, and you have enjoyed the Heavenly Son's Lu for a long time. You meet a benevolent and great emperor like Yao, and you ascend to the position of deputy constitutionalist. This is recorded, not my fiction. I met you later, starting when I came to the desolate side plug. Passing by your house to live there for two consecutive nights, you received me attentively. How can I repay you? Only wish you a long and healthy life. This year you told me that it has been three full years since I arrived outside the Cyprus. I remember you saying to me: There is a series of systems in the army; all cavalry and infantry have rules for assessing their merits; posts must be rotated frequently, so those who are replaced cannot sleep happily. When will the court let us return and consume lingering in this barbaric place! The emperor only knew my culpability, not my age. Like a candle in the frosted grass wind, can this old bone hold on? There is a wish to die, and there is no courage to live. I am ashamed of my identity as you, how dare I not comfort you. But to you, I'm speaking against my will, and it sounds tasteless. I had to use a strange trick to turn your sorrow into joy, so I used the method of life sacrifice. All those who sacrifice in the world are to be sacrificed with sacrifices such as dings and livestock. How can there be no wine offering, and who will toast you? How can there be no emcee, who will promise a voice? It is better to write prayers for you than to be alive. I heard that beacon towers were erected to defend the Western Mongol tribes: they camped on snowy mountains, and the army was difficult to conquer. There are evil spirits among the ghosts, and as long as there is a determination to die, they will certainly be able to defeat the enemy. It is better to live than others, and to repay the country when it is dead. I have heard that in the Western Regions, Buddhism is always new: the number of believers is like the sand of the Ganges, and they are all self-cultivation. From here to the Tianzhu Kingdom, there is no guarded pass in the middle. As long as the soul does not perish, it can enter the Dharma. I heard about Yan Luo, that is, Bao Xiaosu: his hometown is in Luzhou, where I used to be a Taishou. I have never sinned against ghosts and gods, and God should see very clearly. So ask if God has ever asked us over the years? I heard that in Hades, there is a god of the city. Our titles are very much the same as theirs. In such a seat, there is a certain number of attire and etiquette, and there is glory in paying attention to humility and humility. This place is like a frog at the bottom, which can bark wildly. I heard that this is the place where Li Ling was exiled: there were Miao people and remnants of the Tang Dynasty, and the customs of their ancestors were still preserved. The wanderer bid farewell here, leaving behind many wonderful poems and articles. When you meet them here underground, you must not be incompatible and can get along well. I heard that in naturalization, there was an ancient Wang Zhaojun buried: the grave was green and green, and he was sacrificed like a god. However, her heart still belonged to the Han Dynasty and regarded her fellow villagers as relatives. If you choose a place to live, please rely on this beautiful person. But with so many fantasies, people say that there will be feelings when you die; if you have such feelings, you will die, and happiness will not change. If you don't feel anything after death, what desert do you dislike? Although the world has changed greatly over the centuries, who is not buried in the gully? You say that's true, it's passionate. I offer you a full drink. Drink to have fun, eat to eat to eat. Drunk and full, this is my sacrifice to you.