罗浮山崒嵂,安有钓鱼台。
台居观东隅,此名从何来。
昔时爨下童,辛勤水与柴。
岁久功行完,豹变山阴霾。
一朝采幽涧,恍然江海涯。
篙师舣舟在,相与语诙谐。
爨童有行计,篙师相与偕。
得鱼馈主翁,辞去挽不回。
傍者蹑其踪,扁舟往岩崖。
始信武陵源,有路通尘埃。
回视所遗鱼,化作沟中材。
古有恒真人,事岂欺我哉。
太公渭水滨,白头佐□□。
子陵七里滩,清风永可怀。
爨人去几秋,鱼台尚崔嵬。
此名照青史,此石封苍苔。
我来笔其事,灵踪救沈埋。
山中胜事多,对此空徘徊。
罗浮山崒嵂,安有钓鱼台。
台居观东隅,此名从何来。
昔时爨下童,辛勤水与柴。
岁久功行完,豹变山阴霾。
一朝采幽涧,恍然江海涯。
篙师舣舟在,相与语诙谐。
爨童有行计,篙师相与偕。
得鱼馈主翁,辞去挽不回。
傍者蹑其踪,扁舟往岩崖。
始信武陵源,有路通尘埃。
回视所遗鱼,化作沟中材。
古有恒真人,事岂欺我哉。
太公渭水滨,白头佐□□。
子陵七里滩,清风永可怀。
爨人去几秋,鱼台尚崔嵬。
此名照青史,此石封苍苔。
我来笔其事,灵踪救沈埋。
山中胜事多,对此空徘徊。
罗浮山高峻险峭,
怎幺会有钓鱼台呢?
钓鱼台位于寺观的东角,
这个名字从何而来?
从前有个烧火的童仆,
辛勤地打水砍柴。
岁月久远,功德修行圆满,如豹纹蜕变,
穿过山间的阴霾。
有一天他探寻幽深的山涧,
恍惚间仿佛来到了江海之边。
一位船夫停舟在旁,
两人相互谈笑,言语诙谐。
童仆有远行的打算,
船夫便与他结伴同行。
他们钓得鱼献给主人老翁,
辞别离去,挽留不回。
旁人悄悄跟随他们的踪迹,
乘着小舟前往山岩悬崖。
这才相信武陵桃花源,
确有道路通往尘世之间。
回头再看他们留下的鱼,
已化作沟渠中的木头。
古时有位恒真人,
这样的事岂会欺骗我们?
姜太公在渭水之滨,
白头时辅佐周朝□□。
严子陵在七里滩,
清高的风范永远令人怀念。
烧火的童仆离去已多少春秋?
钓鱼台依然巍然高耸。
这个名字照耀史册,
这块石头封存于苍苔之中。
我来用笔记载这件事,
拯救这灵异的踪迹免于埋没。
山中胜景众多,
面对此台,我却徒然徘徊思索。
Luofu Mountain towers steep and high,
How could there be a Fishing Terrace here?
The terrace lies in the east of the temple grounds,
From where does this name appear?
In times past, a kitchen boy,
Toiled hard for water and firewood's employ.
Years passed, his merits complete, a leopard's change,
Through the mountain's dark mist, his fate did rearrange.
One day, exploring a secluded stream,
He suddenly found himself by a vast ocean's gleam.
A boatman moored his boat nearby,
They talked together, witty and spry.
The kitchen boy had a plan to depart,
The boatman agreed to accompany, heart to heart.
They caught fish and offered them to the master old,
Then left, their departure firm and bold.
Others followed their tracks in stealth,
A small boat headed to the rocky shelf.
Then they believed in Wuling's fairy source,
Where a path connects to the worldly course.
Looking back at the fish they left behind,
Transformed into wood in the ditch they find.
In ancient times, the immortal Heng was real,
Such tales surely no deceit conceal.
Tai Gong by the Wei River's side,
White-haired, he helped the king's reign to guide.
Ziling at Seven-Mile Beach, so clear,
His pure breeze we forever hold dear.
How many autumns since the kitchen boy went away?
The Fishing Terrace still stands grand and grey.
This name shines bright in history's scroll,
This stone is sealed by moss, taking its toll.
I come to record this event with my pen,
To rescue the sacred trace from oblivion's den.
The mountain holds many wondrous sights,
Yet before this, I linger in thoughtful plights.
对地理传说的追问,触及历史叙事与地方认同的建构过程。
以质疑罗浮山是否有钓鱼台起兴,引发对历史传说的思考。
本诗为五言古诗,押平声韵。
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