寸晷场中较尺寻,荣亲无路泪盈襟。
一贫谁过箪瓢巷,百口难宽儿女心。
昨梦重圆知误喜,平生失计为工吟。
近来文体尤趋薄,古道何由可语今。
寸晷场中较尺寻,荣亲无路泪盈襟。
一贫谁过箪瓢巷,百口难宽儿女心。
昨梦重圆知误喜,平生失计为工吟。
近来文体尤趋薄,古道何由可语今。
在考场上,一寸光阴被用来较量一尺的功名;
荣耀双亲无路可走,泪水沾满了衣襟。
家境贫寒,谁会造访我这箪食瓢饮的陋巷?
百口之家难以宽慰儿女们的心。
昨夜重逢的梦境,方知是空欢喜一场;
平生失策,就在于沉迷于雕琢诗句。
近来文章风格尤其趋向浅薄;
古人的大道,如何能在今世被述说?
In the exam hall, an inch of time is measured against a foot of success;
With no path to honor my parents, tears soak my lapel.
In poverty, who visits my humble lane of a single basket and gourd?
A hundred mouths to feed leave no room to ease my children's hearts.
Last night's dream of reunion proved a mistaken joy;
My lifelong misstep was to devote myself to crafting verse.
Of late, literary style trends ever more shallow;
How can the ancient way find voice in the present day?
科举制度下的认知博弈,个体价值在竞争中失落。
抒写科举落第后的极度失落与愧对亲人的哀伤。
本诗为七言律诗,押平声韵。
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