梅花五鼓城头角,吹向愁人枕前落。
一声心胆碎无余,三声两声那更作。
天明起坐壁为邻,檐外垂垂秋雨脚。
雨脚强,鬓毛弱,若为一滴白几茎,纵使赤松犹老却。
梅花五鼓城头角,吹向愁人枕前落。
一声心胆碎无余,三声两声那更作。
天明起坐壁为邻,檐外垂垂秋雨脚。
雨脚强,鬓毛弱,若为一滴白几茎,纵使赤松犹老却。
五更时分城头响起梅花角声,
吹向愁苦之人的枕边飘落。
一声就已让人心胆碎裂无余,
三声两声又怎能再承受更多?
天亮起身坐着,墙壁是唯一的邻伴,
屋檐外秋雨淅淅沥沥垂落如线。
雨脚强劲,鬓发却已稀疏柔弱,
仿佛一滴雨就能催白几根发丝,
纵使是仙人赤松子也会因此衰老。
The city tower's horn sounds at the fifth watch, plum-blossom cold,
Blown toward the sorrowful pillow, where its echoes fall.
The first note shatters heart and soul, leaving nothing whole,
The second, third—how can one bear more calls at all?
At dawn I rise and sit, the wall my only neighbor,
Beyond the eaves, the autumn rain drips down, a steady labor.
The rain is strong, my temple hair is weak and thin,
If but a drop could turn a strand to white within,
Even the immortal Red Pine would age and wither then.
角声惊枕,是时间流逝与个体感知的博弈。
秋夜闻角,梅花与角声交织,触动游子愁肠。
本诗为杂言古诗,押平声韵。
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