白头书生南国贤,读书万卷夜忘眠。
陋巷箪瓢未曾饱,苦心独行竟谁怜。
翻经遍穷十二等,陈力夐过三千年。
莫笑青袍学士老,太平能颂连中弦。
白头书生南国贤,读书万卷夜忘眠。
陋巷箪瓢未曾饱,苦心独行竟谁怜。
翻经遍穷十二等,陈力夐过三千年。
莫笑青袍学士老,太平能颂连中弦。
一位白发书生,是南国的贤士,
读书万卷,夜晚都忘记了睡眠。
身居陋巷,箪食瓢饮,从未感到饱足,
苦心孤诣,独自前行,究竟有谁怜惜?
翻阅经书,穷尽了十二等所有典籍,
贡献心力,其深远超过了三千年。
莫要嘲笑这位身着青袍的学士年老,
在太平盛世,他能作颂歌,与琴弦之声相连。
A hoary scholar, a southern sage,
Reads ten thousand volumes, forgetting sleep at night.
In a humble lane, with simple fare, never sated,
Who pities this solitary soul, striving with all his might?
He pored over all twelve classes of sutras,
His efforts spanning three millennia's flight.
Don't mock the old scholar in his blue robe;
In times of peace, his songs harmonize with the lute's string bright.
万卷苦读是知识精英实现认知突破的路径。
刻画一位勤奋苦读、学识渊博的南国书生形象。
本诗为七言律诗,押平声韵。
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