横玉叫清宵,帘外月侵残烛。
人在画楼高处,倚阑干几曲。
穿云裂石韵悠扬,风细断远续。
惊落小梅香粉,点一庭苔绿。
横玉叫清宵,帘外月侵残烛。
人在画楼高处,倚阑干几曲。
穿云裂石韵悠扬,风细断远续。
惊落小梅香粉,点一庭苔绿。
横吹的玉笛在清宵中响起,帘外的月光侵染着将尽的残烛。
人就在画楼的高处,倚靠着曲折的栏杆。
笛声穿云裂石,韵调悠扬,微风时断时续地将它送远。
惊落了小梅花的花粉,点缀了一庭青绿的苔藓。
A jade flute calls through the clear night,
Outside the curtain, moonlight invades the dying candle's glow.
Someone in the high painted tower,
Leans on the balustrade, its curves how many, who can know?
The sound pierces clouds, cracks rocks, melody lingering,
Fine wind carries it, broken yet continuous, far and low.
It startles plum blossoms, shaking down their fragrant powder,
Dusting the courtyard moss with a touch of snow.
陈亮月夜闻笛,以声绘景。
穿透性的艺术力量,完成了对现实认知的瞬间超越。
描绘月夜清宵中,画楼人倚栏听笛,笛声穿云裂石,惊落梅粉点苔的幽静意境。
月侵 · 风细 · 韵悠扬 · 穿云裂石 · 惊落
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