平生隐遁资，白驹在空谷。
傥令眼有山，宁问食无肉。
要当揖爽气，涤此勤书腹。
得官大河滨，枕带首阳麓。
如闻五老胜，坐使山峰缩。
扪萝上巉绝，作意快心目。
却视宇宙间，万化转一毂。
道人真有道，直上驾危木。
神光秘岩隈，灵草蒙朴蔌。
空令莲社子，纷扰乱凫鹜。
先生志高古，真游穷六六。
飘然清夜梦，时到山头屋。
念此感尘迹，一往如飞镞。
哦诗示观览，律吕回春燠。
作字纪经行，典刑余食粥。
使我蒙鄙心，蓬首加栉沐。
致我外尘垢，益叹生理蹙。
夜漱落箭泉，明月冷盈掬。
朝飰过灵峰，何惮屐齿秃。
兹焉毕余龄，更无疑可卜。
我平生怀有隐居遁世的天资，
就像白色骏马徜徉在空旷的山谷。
倘若能让眼中常有青山相伴，
又怎会去计较饮食中没有肉食？
定要揖拜那清爽的山间气息，
涤荡我这因勤读诗书而疲惫的肚腹。
得授官职在大河之滨，
头枕着、衣带旁就是首阳山的山麓。
仿佛听闻五老峰的胜景，
顿时让其他山峰都显得矮小退缩。
手抓藤萝攀上险峻的绝顶，
存心要畅快心志与眼目。
回看天地宇宙之间，
万物变化如同一个车轮在转动。
那位道人真正掌握了大道，
径直向上，行走在危险的独木上。
神秘的光芒隐藏在山岩的幽深处，
灵异的仙草被朴素的丛木所覆盖。
徒然让莲社的那些人，
纷乱扰攘像野鸭与大雁般喧闹。
先生志向高远，追慕古风，
真正的游历穷尽了六六之数（或指三十六洞天等）。
飘然如在清夜的梦境中，
时常来到山头的屋舍。
想到这些，感慨于尘世的踪迹，
往事一去如同飞射的箭镞。
哦吟诗篇以供观览，
诗的韵律如同召回了春天的温暖。
书写文字来记录经行的历程，
典范犹存，余生只食粥饭度日。
使我蒙昧鄙陋的心，
如同蓬乱的头发得到了梳洗。
祛除我外表的尘垢，
更加感叹生计的窘迫局促。
夜晚用落箭泉的水漱洗，
明月的清冷盈满一捧。
早晨在灵峰旁用过饭食，
何惧木屐的齿被磨秃？
就在这里度过我的余生吧，
再也没有疑惑需要占卜决定了。
Throughout my life, a recluse's nature I've kept,
Like a white colt roaming the empty valley, free and adept.
If only my eyes could rest upon mountains so grand,
Why would I care if my plate lacks meat, on this land?
I must salute the crisp, refreshing air,
To cleanse this belly weary from study and care.
An official post by the great river's side,
Pillowed near the foothills where Shouyang's hermits abide.
As if hearing the Five Elders' fame, so vast,
Making all other peaks seem to shrink, surpassed.
Climbing vines up the perilous, jagged steep,
With intent to delight both the heart and eyes deep.
Then gazing upon the cosmos, vast and wide,
Ten thousand transformations turn as a single wheel's stride.
The Daoist truly possesses the Way,
Ascending straight up, on perilous wood he'll sway.
Divine light hides in the cliff's secret nook,
Magical herbs thrive, by simple foliage overtook.
In vain, the Lotus Society's disciples, in a swarm,
Stir up chaos like ducks and geese in a storm.
The master's ambition soars to ancient heights,
His true journey exhausts the Six-Six's mystic sights.
Floating freely, a dream in the clear night,
Often arrives at the mountain hut, bathed in moonlight.
Thinking of this, I'm moved by worldly traces,
Rushing forward like an arrow that swiftly races.
Chanting poems to show for contemplation,
Rhythms and tones bring back spring's warm sensation.
Writing characters to record my passage through,
A model remains, surviving on simple congee, too.
It makes my crude, humble heart,
Feel like disheveled hair receiving a comb's art.
Freeing me from external dust and grime,
Increasing my sigh for life's pressing, limited time.
At night, I rinse with water from the falling-arrow spring,
The bright moon's chill fills my cupped hands, a pure offering.
At dawn, I pass Ling Peak to break my fast,
Why fear if my clogs' teeth wear out, at last?
Here I shall spend the remainder of my years,
With no more doubts to be resolved, no more fears.
隐逸是士人在历史周期中寻求精神自治的常见策略。
以白驹空谷喻平生隐逸之志，表达超然物外的心境。
本诗为五言古诗，押平声韵。
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