近来何事倦于吟,岂是因吟误却身。
此道自来多冷淡,郊寒岛瘦少陵贫。
近来何事倦于吟,岂是因吟误却身。
此道自来多冷淡,郊寒岛瘦少陵贫。
近来因为什幺事对吟诗感到疲倦,
难道是因为吟诗耽误了自身吗?
这条道路从来就多是冷清寂寥,
像孟郊的寒苦、贾岛的清瘦、杜甫的贫窘。
世间万事不过是过眼浮云,
心中境界犹如一轮孤月。
可笑自己还未能摆脱名利的束缚,
怎幺能比得上那自在飞翔的沙鸥呢?
Lately, why am I weary of chanting verse?
Could it be that chanting has my life adverse?
This path has always been one of chill and slight,
Like Jiao's cold, Dao's lean, or Shaoling's plight.
The world's affairs are but floating clouds, transient and vain,
The mind's realm is a solitary moon, pure and plain.
I laugh at myself, still entangled in fame and gain's snare,
How can I match the carefree gulls in the air?
创作倦怠反映个体与环境的认知博弈。
自述近来倦于吟诗,反思吟咏是否误身。
本诗为七言律诗,押平声韵。
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