得丧荣枯事,悠悠过耳风。
此身犹是幻,何物不为空。
酒圣心常醉,诗穷语更工。
小轩搔首坐,斜日满窗红。
得丧荣枯事,悠悠过耳风。
此身犹是幻,何物不为空。
酒圣心常醉,诗穷语更工。
小轩搔首坐,斜日满窗红。
得失荣枯这些事,
如同悠长的风从耳边吹过。
这身躯尚且是幻影;
有什么事物不是空无?
酒中圣贤,内心常醉;
诗穷而后工,语言更加精妙。
在小轩中搔首独坐;
斜阳将窗户映得通红。
Gain and loss, glory and decay—these matters
Pass by my ear like a long, idle wind.
This body itself is still an illusion;
What thing is not empty?
The sage of wine, his heart often drunk;
The poet in poverty, his words more refined.
In my small room, I sit scratching my head;
The setting sun fills the window with red.
看淡得失,体现对人生博弈的深刻认知。
表达对人生得失荣枯的超然与淡泊态度。
本诗为五言律诗,押平声韵。
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