不须酒畔狂吟里,梦破寒亭自惊起。
一梢孤月带霜华,灵山漫澈冰溪水。
尘劳空度几星霜,画手犹能眼界香。
午夜城头吹画角,绿毛幺凤堕其旁。
不怕花前不我知,只愁花后少人思。
如今纸上闲言语,未抵依稀落墨时。
不须酒畔狂吟里,梦破寒亭自惊起。
一梢孤月带霜华,灵山漫澈冰溪水。
尘劳空度几星霜,画手犹能眼界香。
午夜城头吹画角,绿毛幺凤堕其旁。
不怕花前不我知,只愁花后少人思。
如今纸上闲言语,未抵依稀落墨时。
不必在酒边狂放吟诵,从寒亭的梦中惊醒而起。
一梢孤月带着霜华,灵山漫透了冰凉的溪水。
在尘世劳碌中空度了若干岁月,画手仍能使眼界充满芬芳。
午夜时分城头吹响画角,绿毛的小凤凰坠落在其旁。
不怕花前花儿不知我,只愁花谢之后少有人思念。
如今纸上的这些闲言碎语,抵不上当初墨迹依稀落下之时。
No need for wild chants by the wine, / Startled awake from dreams by the cold pavilion.
A lone branch of moon carries frost's bloom, / The spirit mountain soaks through the icy stream.
Vainly passing years of toil and dust, / Yet the painter's eye still captures fragrance.
At midnight, the painted horn blows on the city wall, / A green-feathered phoenet falls beside.
Not afraid flowers don't know me before them, / Only worry that after bloom, few will think of me.
Now these idle words on paper, / Cannot match the faint moment ink first fell.
梦境与现实的断裂,揭示了认知的突然转变。
描绘梦醒时分的孤寂与惊觉,暗含人生如梦的喟叹。
本诗为七言古诗,押平声韵。
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