柳条初重草初肥,烟湿园林晚未晞。
百种堪怜巧言语,一般惟久好毛衣。
欺凌红杏从头宿,讽刺黄鹂趁背飞。
谁道关关便多事,更能缄默送芳菲。
柳条初重草初肥,烟湿园林晚未晞。
百种堪怜巧言语,一般惟久好毛衣。
欺凌红杏从头宿,讽刺黄鹂趁背飞。
谁道关关便多事,更能缄默送芳菲。
柳条刚刚变得沉甸,青草刚刚长得丰肥,
暮色中湿润的雾气笼罩园林,尚未散去。
百舌鸟有千百种值得怜爱的、巧妙的鸣叫声,
但有一点是它们共通的:都长久地珍爱自己美丽的羽毛。
它们欺凌红杏,在枝头从头到尾地栖息,
又讽刺黄鹂,趁着其背转身时飞走。
谁说它们关关地叫个不停便是多生事端?
它们也能保持缄默,目送着芬芳的春景归去。
Willow twigs grow heavy, grass grows lush and deep,
The mist-damp garden in the dusk still holds its sleep.
A hundred kinds of lovely, clever songs they sing,
But one thing they all share: their fine-feathered wing.
They bully apricot blooms, perching there to rest,
And mock the orioles, flying from the nest.
Who says their constant chatter brings a world of strife?
They can keep silent too, sending off spring's life.
暮色中的鸟鸣,触发对自然生命周期的细腻感知。
描绘春末园林暮色,捕捉百舌鸟鸣时的静谧生机。
本诗为七言律诗,押平声韵。
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