忆昨秋风时,持檄走东越。
棘围琐深严,莲塘漾空阔。
嘉与二三子,雄辩探理窟。
清尊日从容,高堂俯轩豁。
思家资善谑,望远严诗律。
海蚌割明莹,荆璞略玷缺。
双瞳眩丹青,万纸叠冰雪。
敢辞穷日力,要使驽骥别。
谁怜今夜里,还对中秋月。
当时席空阶,清影数毛髪。
杯盘已零乱,浩歌弥激烈。
朋从渺湖海,岁月苦飘忽。
穷阎抚往事,惊梦谁与说。
清砧送逸响,寒螀共幽咽。
旧游知谁在,想见宾筵设。
泠然广寒宫,共此白银阙。
题名满四壁,世路非一辙。
北轩风雨多,长恐银钩脱。
忆昨秋风时,持檄走东越。
棘围琐深严,莲塘漾空阔。
嘉与二三子,雄辩探理窟。
清尊日从容,高堂俯轩豁。
思家资善谑,望远严诗律。
海蚌割明莹,荆璞略玷缺。
双瞳眩丹青,万纸叠冰雪。
敢辞穷日力,要使驽骥别。
谁怜今夜里,还对中秋月。
当时席空阶,清影数毛髪。
杯盘已零乱,浩歌弥激烈。
朋从渺湖海,岁月苦飘忽。
穷阎抚往事,惊梦谁与说。
清砧送逸响,寒螀共幽咽。
旧游知谁在,想见宾筵设。
泠然广寒宫,共此白银阙。
题名满四壁,世路非一辙。
北轩风雨多,长恐银钩脱。
回忆去年秋风起时,
我手持文书,匆匆赶往东越。
棘墙环绕,门禁森严,
莲塘水波荡漾,空阔无边。
有幸与两三位好友一起,
雄辩滔滔,探求义理的深奥。
清酒每日从容对饮,
在高堂上俯瞰开阔的轩廊。
思乡之情借善意的玩笑排遣,
遥望远方,严谨地推敲诗律。
像剖开的海蚌明亮晶莹,
又如荆山璞玉略有瑕疵。
双眼被绚丽的色彩迷惑,
万卷诗稿堆积如冰雪。
岂敢推辞耗尽每日精力,
只为让劣马与骏马有所区别。
有谁怜惜今夜的我,
依然独自面对中秋明月?
当时席地坐在空阶上,
清冷的月光映出几根发丝。
杯盘已然零乱散落,
放声高歌更加激昂慷慨。
旧友散落江湖四海,
岁月苦于飘忽易逝。
在简陋的屋中抚今追昔,
惊梦醒来,能与谁诉说?
清冷的捣衣声送来悠远的回响,
寒蝉一同低声幽咽。
昔日的游伴不知谁还在世,
想象着宾客筵席再次摆设。
清冷的广寒宫啊,
与我们共处在这银白的宫阙。
题名写满了四面墙壁,
人世间的道路并非只有一条车辙。
北轩经历了许多风雨,
常担心那银钩般的字迹会脱落。
I recall last autumn when the wind blew,
Holding the summons, I hastened to Eastern Yue.
The thorny enclosure was locked deep and stern,
The lotus pond rippled, vast and empty.
With two or three fine companions,
We probed the caverns of reason with bold debate.
Clear wine we savored day by day, unhurried,
From the high hall we gazed down on open spaces.
Homesickness fed on witty banter,
Gazing afar, I tightened my poetic rules.
Like a sea clam split open, bright and lustrous,
Or Jing jade with but a slight flaw.
My eyes dazzled by crimson and azure,
Ten thousand sheets piled like ice and snow.
Dare I shun exhausting my daily strength,
To make the nag and steed stand apart?
Who pities me tonight,
As I face again the mid-autumn moon?
Back then, the empty steps were our mat,
Clear shadows numbered our hairs.
Cups and plates already scattered in disarray,
Our hearty songs grew ever more fervent.
Companions now lost in vast lakes and seas,
The years, bitter and fleeting.
In my poor hut, I stroke past events,
Startled from dreams, with whom to speak?
The clear pounding of laundry stones sends stray sounds,
The cold cicada joins in a muffled sob.
Old travels—who knows who remains?
I imagine the guest feast laid out.
Ethereal, the Palace of Vast Cold,
Shares this silver-white palace with us.
Inscriptions fill the four walls,
The world's paths are not a single rut.
North balcony, much wind and rain,
I long fear the silver hook may fall.
对往昔使命的追忆是对行动认知的重新梳理
回忆昔日奉命远行,蕴含宦游漂泊的复杂心绪
本诗为五言古诗,押平声韵。
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