千载荷神物，四书与五经。
勋华生万民，孔颜真仪刑。
本原尽溟漠，日用垂日星。
疾契虎豹变，力行凤凰庭。
感通穷有气，润泽周流形。
拟议辄破的，宰制动发硎。
达即雨天下，穷足春林坰。
自从孟子没，斯义久晦冥。
歆雄暨马郑，熠熠暗飞萤。
韩柳至欧苏，亦如醉不醒。
白昼瞠两目，不见太山青。
蕙兰亘九畹，鼻塞不闻馨。
浩浩大城府，无人为抽扃。
宗庙失雄丽，楼阁迷岩亭。
渊渊楚七泽，渺渺东沧溟。
不识海若面，雄论夸扬舲。
名为指南车，认癸作丙丁。
名夸能作室，戺夹如堂厅。
异端塞宇宙，不能别渭泾。
夜光耿砂砾，掉臂不留停。
文章王介甫，种棘满朝廷。
匹夫持伪辩，六合为血腥。
读书不精义，落落空摇精。
千年来承载着神圣的典籍，
那便是四书与五经。
尧舜等圣王养育了万民，
孔子与颜回是真正的典范仪型。
它们的本源深远如浩瀚的溟漠，
日常应用却如日月星辰般显明。
迅疾地契合事物如虎豹般的变化，
努力践行，以求达到凤凰所居的圣庭。
感通万物，穷究那充盈的元气，
润泽周流，遍及一切形体。
稍加思议便能切中要害，
主宰制定政令，如新磨的刀锋般锐利。
得志时，其道如甘霖遍洒天下；
困厄时，也足以让山林充满春意。
自从孟子去世以后，
这精义长久地晦暗不明。
从刘歆、扬雄到马融、郑玄，
他们如同萤火虫在暗处闪烁微光。
从韩愈、柳宗元到欧阳修、苏轼，
也仿佛沉醉不醒。
大白天瞪着眼睛，
却看不见泰山的青翠。
香兰遍布九畹之地，
鼻子堵塞却闻不到芬芳。
浩大的城郭府邸，
无人去开启它的门闩。
宗庙失去了雄伟壮丽，
楼阁在云雾岩亭间迷失。
渊深的楚地七泽，
渺茫的东方沧海。
不认识海神若的面目，
却夸夸其谈，炫耀扬帆的航船。
名义上叫做指南车，
却把癸误认作丙丁。
夸耀自己能建造房屋，
却把台阶当作厅堂。
异端邪说充斥宇宙，
不能分辨渭水与泾水的清浊。
夜光珠埋没在沙砾之中，
人们甩臂走过，不曾停留。
文章方面，（有）王安石，
在朝廷种满了荆棘。
匹夫持着虚伪的辩说，
使天下陷入血腥。
读书若不精研其深义，
不过是摇动着空空的禾秆，徒劳无益。
For a thousand years, the sacred texts have been borne,
The Four Books and the Five Classics, wisdom's core.
The sage-kings nurtured all the people, and were sworn,
Confucius and Yan Hui, models to adore.
Their source lies deep in the vast and silent void,
Yet daily use shines like the sun and stars deployed.
Swift as the leopard's change, they seize the chance,
Striving with force to reach the phoenix hall's expanse.
Through feeling and connection, vital breath runs free,
Their moistening influence flows through all forms we see.
To deliberate is to hit the mark outright,
To govern is to whet the blade, sharp and bright.
When realized, they rain blessings under heaven's dome;
When thwarted, they bring spring to woods, a quiet home.
Since Mencius passed away, this truth has lain concealed,
In darkness long, its radiance no more revealed.
From Liu Xin, Yang Xiong to Ma, Zheng, scholars' line,
They gleam like fireflies in the dark, a feeble shine.
From Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan to Ou, Su, the great,
They seem as if in drunken stupor, lost to fate.
In broad daylight, they stare with unperceiving eyes,
And fail to see Mount Tai's green peaks against the skies.
Though orchids spread across nine fields, their scent so sweet,
With stuffed-up noses, none the fragrance can entreat.
Vast is the city, its mansions grand and wide,
Yet no one comes to draw the bolts and step inside.
The ancestral temple loses splendor bold,
Towers and pavilions in the mist unfold.
Deep are the seven lakes of Chu, a watery maze,
Vast the eastern seas, lost in a distant haze.
They know not the Sea God's face, yet boast and prate,
With lofty talk, as on proud ships they navigate.
They call it the South-Pointing Chariot, a guide,
But mistake Ding for Bing, with error as their pride.
They boast of building rooms with skill and art,
Yet make the steps as halls, missing the central part.
Heterodoxies fill the cosmos, dense and deep,
They cannot tell the Wei from Jing, in thought asleep.
Night-shining gems lie hidden in the sand,
They pass them by, with never a staying hand.
In writing, Wang Anshi filled the court with thorns,
His doctrines sharp, inviting strife and scorns.
A common man with false debate held sway,
And turned the world to bloodshed, night and day.
To read the books without grasping essence true,
Is but to shake an empty stalk, with nothing to construe.
将经典奉为神物，是构建文化认同的核心策略。
颂扬四书五经作为承载天道的永恒经典。
本诗为五言古诗，押平声韵。
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