小编导读:《黄冈竹楼记》是北宋文学家王禹偁的一篇散文,写于作者被贬黄州期间。作者借谪居之乐,抒写屡遭贬谪的不满之情。这种宦途失意、寄情山水的情怀,在封建时代具有一定的代表性
王禹偁 《黄冈竹楼记》
黄冈之地多竹,大者如椽。竹工破之,刳去其节,用代陶瓦。比屋皆然,以其价廉而工省也。
子城西北隅,雉堞圮毁,蓁莽荒秽,因作小楼二间,与月波楼通。远吞山光,平挹江濑,幽阒辽夐,不可具状。夏宜急雨,有瀑布声;冬宜密雪,有碎玉声。宜鼓琴,琴调虚畅;宜咏诗,诗韵清绝;宜围棋,子声丁丁然;宜投壶,矢声铮铮然:皆竹楼之所助也。
公退之暇,被鹤氅衣,戴华阳巾,手执《周易》一卷,焚香默坐,消遣世虑。江山之外,第见风帆、沙鸟、烟云、竹树而已。待其酒力醒,茶烟歇,送夕阳,迎素月,亦谪居之胜概也。
彼齐云、落星,高则高矣;井干、丽谯,华则华矣。止于贮妓女,藏歌舞,非骚人之事,吾所不取。
吾闻竹工云:竹之为瓦,仅十稔,若重覆之,得二十稔。噫!吾以至道乙未岁,自翰林出滁上,丙申移广陵,丁酉,又入西掖,戊戌岁除日,有齐安之命,已亥闰三月到郡。四年之间,奔走不暇,未知明年又在何处,岂惧竹楼之易朽乎!幸后之人与我同志,嗣而葺之,庶斯楼之不朽也。
The Bamboo Pavilion at Huanggang
Wang Yucheng
The country of Huanggan abounds in bamboo, the largest as big asrafters. Bamboo workers split the stems and slice off the knots, and the bamboois used in place of earthen tiles. All the buildings here are roofed with thesebamboo tiles because they are cheap and save labour. At the northwest corner ofmy city the walls had crumbled, the ground was overgrown with brambles, theplace wild and dirty; so I had a small two-room pavilion constructed there,linking it with the Moon Wave Pavilion. It affords a view of the distant hillsand dips at the shallows of the river below. The quiet seclusion there defiesdescription. This pavilion is delightful during a sudden summer shower, whenrain beats on the roof like a waterfall; it is equally delightful during heavysnow in winter, when the snow tinkles on the roof like jade. The pavilion is agood place for strumming a lyre, for the echo is smooth and mellow. It is agood place for chanting poetry too, for the recitation rings out fine andclear; it is a good place for playing draughts and hearing the sound made bydraughtsmen on the board, or for playing touhu and hearing the thud of arrows droppinginto the pot; for all these sounds are brought out to the best advantage inthis Bamboo Pavilion. In leisure moments after my official duties I put on apriestly gown and cap, take up the Book of Changes and sit there in silencewith incense burning to banish mundane cases. So, beside the river and hills, Iwatch the sails in the wind, the birds on the sand, the mist and clouds, thebamboo and the trees; and when I recover from the effects of wine, when my teastops bubbling on the stove, I bid farewell to the setting sun and welcome therising of the bright moon. Such are my pleasures in exile. Pavilions famed inhistory like the Cloud-Reaching Pavilion, the Fallen-Star Pavilion, theWell-Frame Pavilion and the Splendid Pavilion, may have been superbly imposingand magnificent, but they served solely to keep sing-song girls and dancers,hardly suited to a man of letters, and far from my way. The bamboo workers tellme that bamboo tiles can barely last ten years; while even if another layer isadded, they last only twenty years. But I was sent to Chuzhou from the ImperialAcademy in the first year of the reign of Zhidao; the following year I wastransferred to Guangling, and the year after that posted back to theChancellor’s Office. The next year, on New Year’s Eve, I was ordered to proceedto Huangzhou, and I arrived in this prefecture in the third intercalary monthof the following year. So the last four years have seen my incessantly on themove, and I have no idea where I shall be next year. Why, then, should I worrybecause this Bamboo Pavilion may not last? My one hope is that those come hereafter me will continue to keep it up, so that this pavilion may go on standingforever.