我辈从来不入时,知心粗有砚相随。
肯分雪屋十年梦,写作秋山一段奇。
帘静堂深无比客,岁寒亭老有先师。
梧桐带晚西风起,笑拂床头铁蒺藜。
我辈从来不入时,知心粗有砚相随。
肯分雪屋十年梦,写作秋山一段奇。
帘静堂深无比客,岁寒亭老有先师。
梧桐带晚西风起,笑拂床头铁蒺藜。
我们这类人从来就不合时宜,
好在有这方砚台作为知心伴侣常相随。
你肯不肯分享这雪屋中十年的清梦?
把它写成秋日山间一段奇绝的景致。
帘幕静垂,厅堂幽深,再无其他宾客,
在这岁寒亭中,年迈的我尚有先师的精神指引。
梧桐树伴着傍晚的西风摇曳而起,
我笑着拂拭床头那铁蒺藜般的物件。
We've never been in step with the times, my kind.
A shared inkstone is our companion, heart and mind.
Would you share a decade's dream in a snow-lit room?
To paint a stretch of autumn hills in their finest bloom.
No visitor disturbs the deep hall, the still screen.
The aged Pavilion of Cold Years holds our guide serene.
Phoenix trees sway as the west wind rises at dusk's call.
I smile and brush the iron caltrops by my bed, that's all.
在主流认知外坚守自我认同的孤傲。
自陈不合时宜,唯以砚台知心,抒写孤高志趣。
本诗为七言律诗,押平声韵。
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