读书雨夜一灯昏,叹息何由起九原。
邪正古来观大节,是非死后有公言。
未能剧论希扪虱,且复长歌学叩辕。
它日安知无志士,经过指点放翁门。
读书雨夜一灯昏,叹息何由起九原。
邪正古来观大节,是非死后有公言。
未能剧论希扪虱,且复长歌学叩辕。
它日安知无志士,经过指点放翁门。
在雨夜,我于昏暗的孤灯下读书,
不禁叹息,如何才能唤起九泉之下的古人?
自古以来,评判一个人的邪正要看其大节;
是非功过,在人死后自有公论。
我未能像王猛那样与人激烈辩论、扪虱而谈,
姑且再次放声长歌,效仿古人叩击车辕陈说。
将来怎知不会有志士仁人,
经过时,指点着放翁我的家门呢?
Reading by a dim lamp on a rainy night,
I sigh, how can I summon the ancients from their graves?
Good and evil, through the ages, are judged by one's moral integrity;
Right and wrong, after death, are settled by public verdict.
Unable to engage in profound debate like Wang Meng catching lice,
I'll sing a long song instead, learning to knock on a carriage shaft.
Who knows if someday a man of high ideals,
Passing by, might point out the door of this old recluse?
读史引发对历史周期与兴衰的深刻认知。
雨夜挑灯读史,感慨历史兴亡。
本诗为七言律诗,押平声韵。
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