微风度疏竹,青灯照孤影。
起寻千载书,坐对一夕永。
念昔走京师,噉蔗入佳境。
注传拟杜癖,说诗配康鼎。
讵识豹雾深,但爱虎文炳。
荐绅满朱紫,人物称袖领。
经义有寸长,富贵在食顷。
弹冠欲慕贡,洗耳宁思颍。
自从铁林骑,来污金华省。
几年强求活,百事付幽屏。
慵便麈柄闲,病怯牛衣冷。
借书试探讨,掩关谢驰骋。
新闻渺无得,旧学粗可整。
铅笔伴曹褒,虮虱欺王猛。
自怜亡奇者,才拙乃素禀。
誓为漫浪叟,毕此须臾景。
升沉岂殊致,行止贵深省。
嘉言谁起予,虚心期一请。
微风度疏竹,青灯照孤影。
起寻千载书,坐对一夕永。
念昔走京师,噉蔗入佳境。
注传拟杜癖,说诗配康鼎。
讵识豹雾深,但爱虎文炳。
荐绅满朱紫,人物称袖领。
经义有寸长,富贵在食顷。
弹冠欲慕贡,洗耳宁思颍。
自从铁林骑,来污金华省。
几年强求活,百事付幽屏。
慵便麈柄闲,病怯牛衣冷。
借书试探讨,掩关谢驰骋。
新闻渺无得,旧学粗可整。
铅笔伴曹褒,虮虱欺王猛。
自怜亡奇者,才拙乃素禀。
誓为漫浪叟,毕此须臾景。
升沉岂殊致,行止贵深省。
嘉言谁起予,虚心期一请。
微风吹拂着稀疏的竹林,
青灯映照着我孤独的身影。
起身寻找千年的典籍,
独坐面对漫漫长夜。
想起昔日奔走于京城,
如同咀嚼甘蔗,渐入佳境。
注解经传,效仿杜甫的痴迷,
论说诗歌,比配康鼎的成就。
哪能识得豹隐深雾的玄机?
只喜爱老虎皮毛的斑斓文采。
达官贵人满朝朱紫,
人物都被称为领袖。
经学义理若有些许长处,
富贵荣华便可在顷刻间获得。
弹冠整衣,想要效仿贡禹的入仕,
洗耳不听,难道是在思念许由?
自从铁林骑兵到来,
便来玷污了金华省的清名。
几年来勉强求活,
诸事都托付给幽静的屏居。
慵懒使尘柄闲置,
病中怯畏牛衣的寒冷。
借来书籍尝试探讨学问,
掩上房门谢绝奔走的邀约。
新的见闻渺茫无所得,
旧日的学问大致可以整理。
铅刀陪伴着曹褒般的笨拙,
虮虱欺侮着王猛般的才士。
自怜是个没有奇才的人,
才思拙劣本是天生的禀赋。
立誓要做个放浪的老叟,
了此短暂的人生光景。
升迁与沉沦岂是殊途?
行止动静贵在深刻自省。
谁的嘉言能启发我呢?
我虚心期待一次请教。
A gentle breeze sways the sparse bamboo grove,
A lone lamp casts my solitary shadow.
I rise to seek the wisdom of a thousand years,
And sit facing the night, as if it were eternal.
I recall the days I rushed to the capital,
Like chewing sugarcane, entering a sweet realm.
Annotating classics, aspiring to Du's obsession,
Expounding on poetry, matching Kang's tripod.
How could I know the depth of the leopard's mist?
I only loved the tiger's brilliant stripes.
Officials clad in crimson and purple filled the court,
Figures were praised as leaders of the age.
A slight talent in understanding the classics,
Could bring wealth and honor in a mere meal's time.
Brushing my cap, I longed to emulate Gong,
Washing my ears, would I think of Ying?
Since the Iron Forest cavalry arrived,
They came to stain the golden Hua Province.
For years I struggled barely to survive,
All matters left to my secluded screen.
Lazy, I let the dust gather on my fan's handle;
Ill, I fear the chill of the ox-hide coat.
Borrowing books, I try to probe and discuss,
Closing my gate, I decline galloping pursuits.
Of recent news, I have gained little;
My old learning I can roughly put in order.
A lead pencil accompanies Cao Bao's work,
Lice and fleas bully Wang Meng's might.
I pity myself for lacking remarkable talent,
My clumsiness is but my innate nature.
I vow to be a carefree old wanderer,
To spend these fleeting moments to the end.
Rise and fall—are they truly different ends?
In action and stillness, deep reflection is prized.
Whose fine words can inspire me anew?
With an open heart, I await a single request.
疏竹孤影间,完成对自我存在的内在认同。
描绘诗人独对青灯孤影,在微风竹影中静思的场景。
本诗为五言古诗,押平声韵。
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