屈指头颅三十一,年时又见煮酴酥。
平生自谓妄男子,未死谁甘贱丈夫。
欢逐儿童烧竹爆,自拈秃笔写桃符。
梅花一笑须相领,莫道今吾非故吾。
屈指头颅三十一,年时又见煮酴酥。
平生自谓妄男子,未死谁甘贱丈夫。
欢逐儿童烧竹爆,自拈秃笔写桃符。
梅花一笑须相领,莫道今吾非故吾。
屈指算来,我这头颅已三十一岁,
年关时节,又见人们酿造酴酥酒。
平生常自称是个狂妄的男子,
只要还没死,谁甘心做个卑贱的丈夫?
欢快地追随儿童去燃放爆竹,
自己拿起秃笔来书写桃符。
梅花绽放一笑,我须领会其意,
莫要说今天的我已不是从前的我。
Counting on fingers, my head's thirty-one years old,
As the year ends, I see the sweet wine being brewed anew.
All my life I've called myself a man of wild dreams,
Who, still alive, would willingly be a base fellow?
Joyfully chasing children who set off bamboo crackers,
I pick up my worn brush to write peach-wood charms myself.
The plum blossom's smile I must understand and accept,
Don't say today's 'me' is not the 'me' of old.
时间计量触发对生命周期的深刻认知。
除夕夜算年岁,感慨年华老去。
本诗为七言律诗,押平声韵。
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