晨兴悲风鸣,霜霰集我屋。
忽惊岁云晚,日月疾转毂。
穴虫知天时,闭户各潜伏。
而我亦劳止,扰扰尚驰逐。
宵征戴星明,暮饭多见烛。
灰尘雕须眉,铜臭蚀肌肉。
念当投劾去,牵系五斗粟。
岂无数亩田,亦有千个竹。
平生羡为农,水旱忧不足。
空效鸟雀饥,唧啾如聚哭。
内顾复迟回,行藏类羝触。
长卿着犊鼻,扬子投天禄。
岷峨能生贤,独不主为福。
如君乃栖栖,似我宜碌碌。
连山积雪壮,霁色明群玉。
对此想清标,凛然疑在目。
安得两翅长,高举逐黄鹄。
飞去堕君前,绸缪论心曲。
晨兴悲风鸣,霜霰集我屋。
忽惊岁云晚,日月疾转毂。
穴虫知天时,闭户各潜伏。
而我亦劳止,扰扰尚驰逐。
宵征戴星明,暮饭多见烛。
灰尘雕须眉,铜臭蚀肌肉。
念当投劾去,牵系五斗粟。
岂无数亩田,亦有千个竹。
平生羡为农,水旱忧不足。
空效鸟雀饥,唧啾如聚哭。
内顾复迟回,行藏类羝触。
长卿着犊鼻,扬子投天禄。
岷峨能生贤,独不主为福。
如君乃栖栖,似我宜碌碌。
连山积雪壮,霁色明群玉。
对此想清标,凛然疑在目。
安得两翅长,高举逐黄鹄。
飞去堕君前,绸缪论心曲。
清晨起来,悲凉的风声呼啸,
霜雪聚集在我的屋上。
忽然惊觉岁月已晚,
日月飞快地转动着车轮。
洞穴里的虫子知道天时,
各自关门潜伏起来。
而我也已劳累不堪,
却仍忙乱地奔波追逐。
夜里赶路顶着明亮的星光,
傍晚吃饭常常点着蜡烛。
灰尘使我的胡须眉毛凋零,
铜钱的臭气侵蚀着我的肌肉。
想着应当递上辞呈离去,
却被五斗米的俸禄牵绊。
难道我没有几亩田地吗?
也有一片千竿竹林。
平生羡慕务农的生活,
却又担忧水旱灾害导致衣食不足。
白白效仿饥饿的鸟雀,
唧唧啾啾地鸣叫,如同聚在一起哭泣。
内心反复思量,迟疑不决,
进退的行为就像公羊用角触物,犹豫不决。
司马相如曾穿着犊鼻裤(操贱役),
扬雄也曾投阁(经历困厄)。
岷山和峨眉山能生出贤才,
却偏偏不主导带来福分。
像你(子由)这样奔波劳碌,
像我这样本该庸庸碌碌。
连绵的群山积雪壮丽,
雪后晴光映照着群玉般的山峰。
面对此景,我想起你清高的风范,
凛然的样子仿佛就在眼前。
怎样才能拥有一双长长的翅膀,
高高飞起去追逐那天鹅。
飞落到你的面前,
亲密地倾诉内心的情感。
At dawn, a mournful wind begins to blow,
Frost and sleet gather upon my abode.
Suddenly I'm startled—the year is growing late,
Sun and moon speed their turning chariot's load.
Burrowing insects know the season's sign,
Each hides away, its dwelling to confine.
Yet I, too, weary and worn,
Still bustle and rush, by worldly cares torn.
I march at night under the bright stars' gleam,
And dine at dusk by candlelight's faint beam.
Dust has withered my beard and brow,
The stench of copper corrodes my flesh now.
I think of resigning my post and going away,
But am held back by the five pecks of pay.
Do I not have a few acres of land?
And a thousand bamboos, tall and grand?
All my life I've envied the farmer's lot,
Yet fear floods and droughts may leave him with naught.
In vain I mimic hungry birds' plight,
Chirping and crying, huddled in the night.
Looking inward, I hesitate and stall,
My course of action like a ram butting a wall.
Changqing once wore an apron, low and mean,
Yangzi cast aside his official sheen.
Min and E can produce men of worth,
Yet they alone don't bring fortune to earth.
Like you, restless and adrift you seem,
Like me, fit for a mundane, trivial dream.
The continuous mountains, snow-capped, grand and vast,
Clearing skies brighten jade-like peaks at last.
Facing this, I envision your noble air,
Vividly as if you were standing there.
If only I had two long wings to grow,
Soaring high after the yellow swan I'd go.
Flying to fall before you, my friend,
To intimately discuss what's within, without end.
诗中寒霜意象,暗含对人生周期流转的深沉体认。
诗人描绘清晨寒风霜霰的萧瑟景象,抒发了对远方兄弟的深切思念与羁旅孤寂之情。
本诗为五言古诗,押平声韵。
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