平日尤闲老更闲,一毫世事岂相关。
孤云不散来归岫,细水无声自出山。
支径过僧才百步,小楼藏药可三间。
客来不肯通名姓,熟视吾庐为破颜。
平日尤闲老更闲,一毫世事岂相关。
孤云不散来归岫,细水无声自出山。
支径过僧才百步,小楼藏药可三间。
客来不肯通名姓,熟视吾庐为破颜。
平日里已很清闲,年老后更加悠闲;
一丝一毫的世俗之事,哪里与我相关?
孤云不曾散去,归来停驻在山谷;
细水无声无息,自行流出深山。
一条小径经过僧人,才不过百步之遥;
一座小楼藏有草药,大约有三间房。
客人来访,不肯通报姓名;
久久凝视我的茅屋,不禁露出会心的笑容。
In ordinary days I was idle, now in old age idler still;
How could the slightest worldly affair be of any concern to me?
A lone cloud, not dispersing, returns to nestle in the valley;
A thin stream, without a sound, flows out from the mountain on its own.
A side path passes a monk, a mere hundred steps away;
A small tower stores my herbs, with perhaps three rooms inside.
When a guest comes, he refuses to give his name;
Gazing long at my hut, he breaks into a smile.
在闲适治理自我生活时,达成与世无争的认同。
抒写年老愈发闲适、超脱世事的隐逸心境。
本诗为七言律诗,押平声韵。
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