闷如愁红著雨，卷地吹不起。
便故人渺渺，相逢前事，欲语还已。
凝望久、荒城落日，五湖四海烟浪里。
问而今何处，寄声旧时邻里。
闲说那回，海上苏李。
雪深夜如被。
想携手、汉天不语，叫□不应疑水。
待河梁、一尊落月，生非死别君如酹。
望故人阁上，依稀长剑方履。
古人已矣，垂名青史，谓当如此矣。
又谁料浮沈，自得鱼计。
赏心乐事，良辰美景，撞钟舞女，朱门大第。
雕鞍骏马番装笠，笑虚名何与身前事。
区区相望，饿死西山，悬目东门，人生何乐为此。
古人已矣，天下英雄，使君与操耳。
听喔喔、鸡鸣早起，屡舞徘徊，痛饮高楼，狂歌过市。
苍苍万古，羲农周孔，文章事业星辰上，到而今、枯见银河底。
笑他黄纸除君，红旗报我，为君助喜。
愁绪如经雨的红花般沉重，卷地狂风也吹它不起。
即便故人渺远难寻，纵使相逢，前尘往事欲说还休。
久久凝望，荒城落日，五湖四海皆笼罩于烟波之中。
试问如今你在何处？可否托信给旧日的邻里。
闲谈间说起那回，海上流落的苏武与李陵。
雪落得深，夜色如厚重的棉被覆盖天地。
想当年携手共渡，汉天沉默不语，呼喝不应，令人疑心眼前是水。
待到送别的河梁，共对一尊落月，此乃生离死别，我敬你如酒祭奠。
遥望故人所在的楼阁，依稀可见你佩长剑、穿方履的身影。
古人早已逝去，垂名青史，人们说理应如此。
又有谁能预料，宦海浮沉，不如自得于渔樵之计。
赏心乐事，良辰美景，撞钟奏乐与舞女，朱门深宅大院。
跨雕鞍骏马，戴番邦笠帽，可笑虚名何关乎生前实事。
区区一生相望，最终饿死西山，悬目东门，人生何必以此为乐？
古人已逝，天下英雄，不过使君与曹公之辈罢了。
听喔喔鸡鸣便早起，屡次起舞徘徊，痛饮于高楼，狂歌穿过街市。
苍茫万古，伏羲、神农、周公、孔子，其文章事业高悬星辰之上，
到如今，却只见银河枯竭。笑那朝廷黄纸授官，红旗报捷，不过为你增添一时欢喜。
Sullen as rain-soaked crimson flowers, too heavy for the wind to lift.
Even old friends, now distant, when we meet, words falter and drift.
Long I gaze: the ruined city, sunset, lakes and seas in mist's embrace.
Where are you now? Could word be sent to our old dwelling place?
Casual talk recalls that time, the exile Su and Li by the sea.
Snow fell deep, night wrapped us like a quilt, boundless and free.
I thought of joining hands, but Heaven stayed mute, the river answered not our plea.
By the bridge, a cup to the setting moon, a toast to life, death, and you, poured solemnly.
I look toward your tower, faintly see long sword and square shoes, your memory.
The ancients are gone, their names in history, deemed right to be.
Who'd foresee floating or sinking, content with a fisherman's glee?
Joyful hearts, fine moments, lovely scenes, bell chimes, dancing girls, mansions grand to see.
Carved saddles, fine steeds, foreign hats—laugh at vain fame, what's it to life's decree?
Petty hopes, starving by Western Hills, eyes fixed on Eastern Gate—what joy in such destiny?
The ancients are gone. Heroes under heaven, just you, me, and he.
Hear the cock crow, rise at dawn, dance in rounds, drink deep in high towers, sing madly through the city.
Through vast eternity, the sage-kings, Zhou and Kong, their works among the stars, now see—
The Milky Way's dry bed. Laugh at yellow scrolls appointing lords, red flags announcing joy for thee.
南宋遗民刘辰翁借长调抒亡国巨痛。
词人以历史周期审视个体命运，在认同破碎中完成精神博弈。
借古人际遇与历史兴亡抒发人生虚幻、功名无谓的感慨，表达超脱尘世、寄情诗酒的人生态度。
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