山寒蛰龙眠忽醒,黄衣九老岩下行。
手持屈曲千岁藤,虑惊世人藏姓名。
山前樵子折腰迎,九老相顾笑不停。
摧天霹雳飞一声,举目惟见烟冥冥。
开山老僧为余说,异事传闻忘岁月。
至今山椒泉满地,赤白绕空中不竭。
好分余泽入千家,免使辛勤夜蹋车。
山寒蛰龙眠忽醒,黄衣九老岩下行。
手持屈曲千岁藤,虑惊世人藏姓名。
山前樵子折腰迎,九老相顾笑不停。
摧天霹雳飞一声,举目惟见烟冥冥。
开山老僧为余说,异事传闻忘岁月。
至今山椒泉满地,赤白绕空中不竭。
好分余泽入千家,免使辛勤夜蹋车。
山中寒冷,蛰伏的龙忽然从沉睡中醒来,
九位身着黄衣的老者在山岩下行走。
他们手中拿着盘曲的千年古藤,
担心惊动世人,故而隐藏姓名。
山前的樵夫弯腰迎接他们,
九位老者相视而笑,笑声不停。
一道摧裂天空的霹雳飞响一声,
抬头望去,只见烟雾弥漫,一片苍茫。
开山的老僧对我讲述了此事,
这奇异传闻流传已久,岁月已难记清。
至今山巅泉水依然丰沛满地,
红白之气缭绕空中,永不枯竭。
愿将这份余泽分给千家万户,
免得让人们辛苦地夜间踏动水车。
The mountain chills, the dormant dragon wakes from sleep,
Nine elders in yellow robes beneath the cliff walk deep.
They hold a gnarled vine of a thousand years in hand,
Fearing to startle the world, their names they hide from land.
Woodcutters on the hill bow low to greet their sight,
The nine old men exchange glances, laughing with delight.
A thunderbolt from heaven cracks with a single roar,
Lifting their eyes, they see but mist and nothing more.
The aged monk who cleared this mountain told me the lore,
A wondrous tale passed down through time, remembered no more.
To this day, the hilltop springs with water full and free,
Red and white vapors coil in the air endlessly.
May its bounty flow into a thousand households near,
So toiling souls need not tread water-wheels at night, I hear.
自然力量的苏醒隐喻着治理周期中潜能的释放。
描绘九龙岩山寒龙醒、黄衣九老岩下行的奇幻景象,意境幽深神秘。
本诗为七言古诗,押平声韵。
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