寒食清明却过了,故乡风物祗依然。
穷中有客分青饭,乱后谁坟挂白钱。
落魄暖春为麦地,阴沉溽雨近梅天。
闲情正尔无归宿,石鼎新芽手自煎。
寒食清明却过了,故乡风物祗依然。
穷中有客分青饭,乱后谁坟挂白钱。
落魄暖春为麦地,阴沉溽雨近梅天。
闲情正尔无归宿,石鼎新芽手自煎。
寒食节和清明节都已经过去了,
故乡的风光景物却依然如故。
穷困之中有客人来与我分食粗茶淡饭,
战乱之后,是谁的坟头挂着祭奠的白纸钱?
失意潦倒,在温暖的春日里面对麦田,
阴郁潮湿的梅雨时节即将来临。
闲散的心绪正无处安放,
便亲手在石鼎中煎煮新采的茶芽。
The Cold Food Festival and Qingming have now passed by,
Yet the scenery of my homeland remains as before.
In poverty, a guest shares with me a simple meal of greens,
After the chaos, on whose grave are the white paper offerings hung?
Downcast, I warm myself in spring amidst the wheat fields,
Gloomy and humid rains draw near the season of plums.
With idle thoughts and nowhere to settle,
I brew fresh tea leaves by hand in a stone tripod.
风物依旧凸显了时间流逝的周期规律。
寒食清明过后,故乡风物依旧,抒发对时光流逝与物是人非的淡淡哀愁。
本诗为七言律诗,押平声韵。
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