陇上怕雨竟遇雨,空山路穷避无所。
昆阳之战飞屋瓦,白登之围矢交下。
从者散去马可怜,故人借我非我马。
上坡历块已欹侧,下坡流滑攒四脚。
既偾而起倏复颠,堕策失辔心茫然。
从者好在无自苦,履穿衣敝吾偿汝。
我亦短褐不得完,挂树一裂长尺五。
此生辛勤身不辞,七岁娇女三岁儿。
泥涂模糊啼午饥,买餠一百汝勿啼。
滹沱麦饭芜蒌粥,咄汝岂得长食肉。
仰天长叹冠缨绝,下马纳屦踵亦决。
张仪舌在虽自知,范叔衣寒一何切。
人生贫贱乌足悲,行吟不顾妻骂随。
寄声公等勿诮我,富贵莫忘牛衣时。
陇上怕雨竟遇雨,空山路穷避无所。
昆阳之战飞屋瓦,白登之围矢交下。
从者散去马可怜,故人借我非我马。
上坡历块已欹侧,下坡流滑攒四脚。
既偾而起倏复颠,堕策失辔心茫然。
从者好在无自苦,履穿衣敝吾偿汝。
我亦短褐不得完,挂树一裂长尺五。
此生辛勤身不辞,七岁娇女三岁儿。
泥涂模糊啼午饥,买餠一百汝勿啼。
滹沱麦饭芜蒌粥,咄汝岂得长食肉。
仰天长叹冠缨绝,下马纳屦踵亦决。
张仪舌在虽自知,范叔衣寒一何切。
人生贫贱乌足悲,行吟不顾妻骂随。
寄声公等勿诮我,富贵莫忘牛衣时。
在陇山上害怕下雨,竟然真的遇上了雨,
空寂的山路到了尽头,无处可以躲避。
如同昆阳之战中屋瓦纷飞,
又像白登之围里箭矢交加而下。
随从的人散去,马儿可怜巴巴,
老朋友借给我的马并非我自己的马。
上坡越过土块,身子已经歪斜倾倒,
下坡泥泞滑溜,四只脚紧紧攒在一起。
刚跌倒爬起,倏忽间又再次颠仆,
马鞭掉落,缰绳脱手,心中一片茫然。
随从们还好吧,不要自己受苦,
鞋子穿破,衣服敝旧,我会赔偿你们。
我自己的短褐也不完整,
挂在树上撕裂了一道一尺五寸长的口子。
这一生辛勤劳苦,我的身体不曾推辞,
七岁的娇弱女儿,三岁的幼小儿子。
泥泞模糊中,他们中午饥饿啼哭,
买一百个饼吧,你们不要啼哭。
滹沱河的麦饭,芜萎的豆粥,
唉,你们怎能长久地吃肉?
仰天长长叹息,帽带断绝,
下马穿鞋,鞋后跟也裂开了。
张仪的舌头还在,我虽自知,
范叔衣衫单寒,感受是何等深切。
人生的贫贱哪里值得悲伤?
我边走边吟,不顾妻子骂着跟随。
捎句话给诸位,请不要讥笑我,
富贵之时不要忘记当年牛衣对泣的时光。
On the Long hills, fearing rain, I met rain in the end,
The empty mountain path ends, no shelter to attend.
Like tiles flying in the Kunyang battle's fright,
Or arrows raining down in the Baideng siege's plight.
My followers scattered, my horse a pitiful sight,
The horse lent by a friend is not mine by right.
Climbing the slope over clods, already tilting askew,
Descending, slippery, all four feet gathered in a stew.
Stumbling up, then suddenly tumbling down once more,
Dropping whip and reins, my heart is lost and sore.
Followers, stay well, don't suffer for my sake,
Shoes worn, clothes torn, I'll repay you for my mistake.
My own short robe is also not intact, you see,
Hanging on a tree, a tear a foot and five, clear to me.
This life of toil, my body does not refuse,
A seven-year delicate girl, a three-year son I muse.
In muddy blur, they cry at noon from hunger's pain,
Buy a hundred cakes, don't cry, I plead in vain.
Hutuo wheat meal, wild-rice porridge, our common fare,
Alas, how can you always eat meat, beyond compare?
Looking up to heaven, I sigh, my hat-string torn,
Dismounting to put on shoes, my heels are also worn.
Though Zhang Yi's tongue remains, self-knowledge I possess,
How keenly felt is Fan Shu's cold dress, nonetheless.
Life's poverty and lowliness, why should we grieve?
Chanting as I walk, heedless of my wife's scoldings I leave.
Send word to you all, do not mock me, I implore,
In wealth and honor, forget not the ox-hide cloak of yore.
自然周期中的意外考验,凸显个体在环境博弈中的脆弱。
行旅途中突遇暴雨,山路难行无处躲避的窘境。
本诗为七言古诗,押平声韵。
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