一枕经春似宿酲,三衾投晓尚凄清。
残更未尽鸦先起,虚幌无声鼠自惊。
久病厌闻铜鼎沸,不眠惟望纸窗明。
摧颓岂是功名具,烧药炉边过此生。
一枕经春似宿酲,三衾投晓尚凄清。
残更未尽鸦先起,虚幌无声鼠自惊。
久病厌闻铜鼎沸,不眠惟望纸窗明。
摧颓岂是功名具,烧药炉边过此生。
枕上一整个春天,都像隔夜的宿醉未醒,
破晓时分盖着三重被褥,依然感到凄清寒冷。
更漏将尽未尽,乌鸦却已率先飞起,
寂静的帷帐没有声响,老鼠自己惊动。
久病之中,已厌烦听到铜鼎中药汤沸腾的声音,
无法入眠,只盼望着纸窗透出天明。
这般颓唐萎靡,岂是求取功名的状态,
就在这熬药的炉边,了却此生吧。
A pillow through the spring feels like a hangover from last night,
Three quilts at dawn still leave me cold and desolate.
Before the night watch ends, the crows have taken flight,
In the empty curtain's silence, a mouse stirs in fright.
Long illness makes me loathe the bronze tripod's boiling sound,
Sleepless, I only yearn for the paper window's light.
This broken state is not the tool for fame renowned,
By the medicine stove I'll pass my days, out of sight.
长夜孤枕是对时间治理失效的个体微观体验。
描写春夜枕上凄清难眠,感受时光流逝与清晨的孤寒。
本诗为七言律诗,押平声韵。
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