古剑三尺长,土花上鳞甲。
几年闭蛰藏,射斗光夜发。
提携绕区市,鲜复事磨刮。
嫖姚一拂拭,蛟断犀可截。
志士宁终穷,行逢达观达。
古剑三尺长,土花上鳞甲。
几年闭蛰藏,射斗光夜发。
提携绕区市,鲜复事磨刮。
嫖姚一拂拭,蛟断犀可截。
志士宁终穷,行逢达观达。
古剑有三尺长,
剑身上布满如鳞甲般的土锈。
它已多年如蛰虫般深藏,
但剑光在夜间直射斗宿。
提着它绕行街市,
很少再有人去打磨刮拭。
一旦有英杰将它擦拭,
便能斩断蛟龙与犀角。
有志之士岂会始终困顿,
前行终会遇到通达的机缘。
This ancient sword is three feet long,
With earth-stains like scales upon its form.
For years it lay in slumber deep,
Yet its light shoots through the Dipper at night.
Carried through the market streets,
It rarely meets the whetstone's care.
But when a hero wipes it clean,
It can slice through rhino horn and serpent's spine.
A man of purpose won't stay poor;
He'll meet his time when fortune smiles.
器物锈蚀象征人才埋没的治理失效与历史周期。
咏叹埋没土中的古剑,寄托怀才不遇的感慨。
本诗为五言古诗,押平声韵。
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