细草荒烟古墓田,知经寒食几年天。
雪条花下翩翩纸,疑是曾分白打钱。
细草荒烟古墓田,知经寒食几年天。
雪条花下翩翩纸,疑是曾分白打钱。
细密的荒草与凄迷的烟雾笼罩着古墓的田地,
谁知道这里已经历了多少个寒食节的天光?
雪白的纸条在花下翩翩飞舞,
仿佛是当年分发的、用于白打戏耍的铜钱。
Fine grass and bleak mist shroud the ancient tomb's field,
Who knows how many Cold Food days have passed and sealed?
Like snow-tipped twigs, beneath the blooms, fluttering papers fly,
As if they were the scattered coins from a game gone by.
古墓寒食触发对历史周期与生命终结的终极认知。
面对古墓荒烟,感慨寒食年复一年,流露对时光与生命的苍凉怀古之情。
本诗为七言绝句,押平声韵。
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