问蓬莱何处,风月依然,万里江清。
休说神仙事,便神仙纵有,即是闲人。
笑我几番醒醉,石磴扫松阴。
任狂客难招,采芳难赠,且自微吟。
俯仰成陈迹,叹百年谁在,阑槛孤凭。
海日生残夜,看卧龙和梦,飞入秋冥。
还听水声东去,山冷不生云。
正目极空寒,萧萧汉柏愁茂陵。
问蓬莱何处,风月依然,万里江清。
休说神仙事,便神仙纵有,即是闲人。
笑我几番醒醉,石磴扫松阴。
任狂客难招,采芳难赠,且自微吟。
俯仰成陈迹,叹百年谁在,阑槛孤凭。
海日生残夜,看卧龙和梦,飞入秋冥。
还听水声东去,山冷不生云。
正目极空寒,萧萧汉柏愁茂陵。
试问蓬莱仙山在何处?风月依旧,万里长江清澈。
休要提什么神仙之事,即便真有神仙,也就是闲人罢了。
笑我自己几番醒醉,在石阶上清扫松荫。
任凭狂放的友人也难招致,采来的香草也难赠予,姑且独自低吟。
俯仰之间已成陈旧踪迹,可叹百年之后谁还在,独自凭靠着栏杆。
海上的太阳从残夜中升起,看那卧龙带着它的梦,飞入秋日的幽冥。
还听见水声向东流去,山色清冷,生不出云彩。
正当我极目望去,一片空寂寒凉,萧萧的汉柏为茂陵而愁。
I ask, where is Penglai? The breeze and moon remain as ever, the river clear for miles.
Speak not of immortal matters; even if immortals exist, they are but idle men.
Laugh at me, sober or drunk how many times, sweeping stone steps under pine shade.
Let the wild guest be hard to summon, fragrant herbs hard to gift, I'll just hum softly.
Looking up and down, all becomes traces of the past, sighing, who remains after a hundred years, leaning alone on the railing.
The sea sun born from the remnant night, see the sleeping dragon with its dream, flying into autumn's gloom.
Still I hear the water's sound flow eastward, the mountain cold, giving birth to no clouds.
Right now, my gaze reaches the void's chill, the rustling Han cypresses grieve at Mao-ling.
张炎登临怀古,凭吊汉武帝茂陵。
在时空俯仰间,触及对权力认同最终归于虚无的深刻体认。
词人追忆旧游,感叹世事变迁、人生短暂,抒发孤寂怅惘之情。
神仙 · 醒醉 · 陈迹 · 百年 · 空寒
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