春早风驱雪,天寒竹映门。
灯前终夜读,笈内故书存。
尚觉文章贵,那矜齿爵尊。
向平愁未了,女嫁与儿昏。
春早风驱雪,天寒竹映门。
灯前终夜读,笈内故书存。
尚觉文章贵,那矜齿爵尊。
向平愁未了,女嫁与儿昏。
初春的风驱赶着残雪,
天气寒冷,翠竹掩映着门庭。
在灯前我整夜地读书,
书箱里仍保存着旧日的典籍。
我依然觉得文章最为可贵,
哪里会自恃年齿与官爵的尊荣?
像向平那样的愁绪还未了结,
还有女儿待嫁、儿子待娶的俗务缠身。
Spring's early wind drives the snow away,
In the cold, bamboo reflects by the door.
Before the lamp, I read throughout the night,
In my satchel, old books are still stored.
I still feel the worth of refined writing,
How could I boast of age or rank's pride?
Xiang Ping's worries are not yet resolved,
With daughters to wed and sons to provide.
竹映寒门,是士人对环境与自我认同的静观写照。
刻画早春时节风雪交加、翠竹掩映的寒门景象,意境清冷。
本诗为五言律诗,押平声韵。
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