曹公夜䜩凌云台,一言契阔含余哀。
分香老伎各云雨,歌舞不尽埋蒿莱。
漠漠颓基邺山下,万里烟尘无一瓦。
井干罇酒自平生,乌鹊飞南播遗雅。
老农垦雨开荒寒,一砾千金苔未干。
世人好奇不好近,直比周簋仍商盘。
老璞浑浑殊质鲁,得水犹能发妍妩。
更与人间作瓌古,月明夜盗西陵土。
曹公夜䜩凌云台,一言契阔含余哀。
分香老伎各云雨,歌舞不尽埋蒿莱。
漠漠颓基邺山下,万里烟尘无一瓦。
井干罇酒自平生,乌鹊飞南播遗雅。
老农垦雨开荒寒,一砾千金苔未干。
世人好奇不好近,直比周簋仍商盘。
老璞浑浑殊质鲁,得水犹能发妍妩。
更与人间作瓌古,月明夜盗西陵土。
曹操曾在凌云台举办夜宴,
一句离别之言饱含着不尽的哀伤。
分得香囊的旧日歌伎各自离散如云雨,
未尽的歌舞被埋没在荒草之中。
邺山之下,广阔的废墟基址一片荒凉,
万里疆土战火弥漫,连一片完整的瓦都找不到。
井栏边的酒杯陪伴他度过平生,
乌鹊向南飞去,传播着他遗留的风雅。
老农在雨中垦荒,开辟寒冷的土地,
一块砚台碎片价值千金,上面的苔藓还未干。
世人喜爱猎奇却不珍视近处之物,
径直将它比作周代的簋和商代的盘。
这古老的砚石质朴浑厚,质地略显粗拙,
但遇到水,依然能焕发出美丽的光泽。
更给人间增添了一件瑰宝古物,
在明月照耀的夜晚,它仿佛盗取了西陵的泥土。
Lord Cao held night feasts at Lingyun Terrace,
A single word of parting holds lingering sorrow.
The aging courtesans, bestowed with fragrance, scatter like clouds and rain,
Their songs and dances, unfinished, lie buried beneath weeds.
Vast and desolate, the ruined foundation lies beneath Mount Ye,
For ten thousand li, smoke and dust, not a single tile remains.
The well-side wine cup, a companion through his life,
The magpie flying southward spreads his lost elegance.
An old farmer tills the rain, opening cold wasteland,
A single shard worth a thousand gold, the moss not yet dry.
The world loves the curious but not the near at hand,
Straightaway comparing it to Zhou gui and Shang plates.
The old jade, rough and simple, of a coarse quality,
Yet gaining water, it can still bloom with charm.
Bestowing upon the world an ancient treasure,
Under the bright moon, by night, it steals soil from the Western Mound.
器物见证权力兴衰,是历史周期律的沉默证人。
咏铜雀台砚,怀想曹操往事,寄寓历史沧桑之感。
本诗为七言古诗,押平声韵。
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