朝坐前庑西，晚坐前庑东。
日当正午时，置榻两楹中。
予生本多羸，忧患百箭攻。
三十已白发，岁常苦严冬。
凝阴昼墐户，拥火裘蒙茸。
寒气深刺骨，有如婴利锋。
晨曦忽入牖，心喜旧疹空。
开门曝晴暖，暄酣春意融。
温温百骸舒，渐发两颊红。
乃知万物生，阳德有全功。
天轮浩无际，冥冥转洪蒙。
卢敖游八极，妄欲求初终。
卒然至蒙谷，见呵鸢肩翁。
阳乌出扶桑，振辔驰六龙。
转盼亿万里，夸父走追踪。
遗策化邓林，狂奔如捕风。
我今观天运，四序周无穷。
东西逐日车，不出环堵宫。
上古有至人，御风登璇穹。
手挈日月行，返景回高舂。
阴阳在掌握，默坐与天通。
固知二子愚，可叹如蠰虫。
早晨坐在前廊的西边，
傍晚坐在前廊的东边。
当太阳正当正午时，
我把床榻放在两根柱子之间。
我生来本就体弱多病，
忧患像百箭般攻击着我。
三十岁时头发就已变白，
常年苦于严酷的冬天。
阴寒凝聚，白天也紧闭门户，
围着炉火，裹着厚厚的毛皮。
寒气深深刺入骨髓，
如同婴儿般锋利的矛尖。
晨曦忽然照进窗户，
心中欢喜，旧疾仿佛消散。
打开门来曝晒晴暖的阳光，
暖意酣畅，春意融融。
温暖让全身百骸舒畅，
渐渐两颊泛起红晕。
于是知道万物的生长，
全靠太阳德性的完整功效。
天轮浩瀚无边无际，
在混沌中默默转动。
卢敖游历八方极远之地，
妄图探求宇宙的起始与终结。
他突然来到蒙昧的山谷，
被一位耸肩的老翁呵斥。
太阳金乌从扶桑树升起，
振策驾驭着六条龙。
转瞬间行过亿万里，
夸父奔跑着追逐它的踪迹。
他遗落的手杖化作了桃林，
狂奔如同捕捉虚无的风。
我如今观察天体的运行，
四季循环，周而复始，没有穷尽。
我东西追逐着太阳的车驾，
却从未走出我这环堵之宫。
上古时代有至德之人，
能驾驭长风登上璇穹。
他们手提着日月行走，
能让日影返回，使西沉的太阳重新高升。
阴阳变化尽在掌握之中，
默然静坐便与天道相通。
我因此知道那两人（卢敖、夸父）实在愚昧，
可叹如同微小的蠰虫。
In morning, I sit west of the front porch;
At dusk, I sit east of the front porch.
When the sun stands at high noon,
I place my couch between the two pillars.
My life has always been frail and weak,
Assailed by a hundred arrows of sorrow and hardship.
At thirty, my hair already turned white,
And I often suffer the bitter winter.
Gathering cold, I seal the door by day,
Huddling by fire, wrapped in thick fur.
The chill pierces deep into my bones,
Like the sharp point of a spear.
Suddenly, morning light enters my window,
My heart rejoices, old ailments gone.
I open the door to bask in the clear warmth,
Drunk in the sun, spring's mood melts in.
Warmth soothes my hundred bones,
Gradually, my cheeks flush red.
Then I know all things live and grow,
By the full power of the sun's virtue.
The wheel of heaven vast and boundless,
Turns silently in the primal mist.
Lu Ao traveled to the eight extremes,
Vainly seeking the beginning and the end.
Suddenly he reached the Valley of Mist,
And was scolded by the stooped-shouldered old man.
The sun-bird rises from Fusang tree,
Shakes the reins, drives six dragons.
In a glance, it travels millions of miles,
Kuafu runs in pursuit.
His staff transformed into a forest of peach trees,
His mad dash like trying to catch the wind.
Now I observe the movement of heaven,
The four seasons cycle without end.
East and west I chase the sun's chariot,
Yet never leave my humble walls.
In ancient times there were perfect men,
Who rode the wind to the jade vault.
Holding the sun and moon in hand, they walked,
Turning back the light, reversing the high sun.
Yin and Yang were in their grasp,
Sitting silently, they communed with heaven.
Thus I know those two were foolish,
Pitiable as tiny insects.
从日常重复中体认生命周期的宁静与满足。
诗人通过描述在不同位置晒太阳的日常小事，表达了对闲适生活的满足与对自然恩赐的体悟。
本诗为五言古诗，押平声韵。
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