天地忽昼晦,四山泼墨浓。
而我行其间,宛如所翁龙。
大风吹倒人,欲避无所容。
有翼不得张,狂走急雨中。
数里乃一息,如出鲛人宫。
老树道边拜,疑我行雨工。
过午上五岭,攀缘入青空。
仰视万山巅,有气如炊笼。
下视田间白,云此锄田农。
兹行岂不苦,奇观亦已雄。
惜哉如此山,不与晓景逢。
不晓韩吏部,登华哭途穷。
天地忽昼晦,四山泼墨浓。
而我行其间,宛如所翁龙。
大风吹倒人,欲避无所容。
有翼不得张,狂走急雨中。
数里乃一息,如出鲛人宫。
老树道边拜,疑我行雨工。
过午上五岭,攀缘入青空。
仰视万山巅,有气如炊笼。
下视田间白,云此锄田农。
兹行岂不苦,奇观亦已雄。
惜哉如此山,不与晓景逢。
不晓韩吏部,登华哭途穷。
天地忽然变得像黑夜一样昏暗,
四周的山峦如同泼洒了浓墨。
而我行走在其中,
宛如(画家)所翁笔下的龙。
大风吹倒了行人,
想要躲避却无处容身。
有翅膀也无法张开,
在急雨中狂奔。
走了数里才歇息一次,
像是从鲛人的宫殿里出来。
路边的老树躬身下拜,
怀疑我是行雨的工神。
过了正午登上五岭,
攀援着进入青天。
仰视万山之巅,
有云气如同蒸笼的炊烟。
俯视田间一片白色,
人说那是锄田的农夫。
这次出行难道不艰苦吗?
但奇特的景观也已足够雄壮。
可惜啊,这样的山景,
未能与清晨的景色相逢。
不知道韩吏部(韩愈),
当年登华山时是否因途穷而痛哭。
Heaven and earth suddenly turn dark as night,
The four mountains are splashed with thick ink's blight.
And I, walking amidst them,
Am like the dragon painted by Master Weng in flight.
A great wind blows men down,
With nowhere to hide, no shelter to be found.
Having wings yet unable to spread,
I rush madly in the urgent rain's dread.
After miles, I take a single breath,
As if emerging from the mermaid's palace beneath.
An old tree by the roadside bows in reverence,
Suspecting I am the rain-bringer, a divine presence.
Past noon, I ascend the Five Ridges' height,
Climbing and clinging into the azure sky's light.
Looking up at the myriad mountain peaks,
A vapor rises like steam from cooking pots it seeks.
Looking down at the whiteness in the fields,
They say it's the farmers hoeing, their labor yields.
This journey, is it not bitter and sore?
Yet the wondrous sights are mighty to the core.
What a pity for such mountains as these,
Not to meet the dawn's scenery with ease.
I wonder, did not Han Yu, the Officer of old,
Climb Mount Hua and weep, his destiny foretold?
自然伟力突显人类认知的有限性。
刻画山雨骤至、天地晦暝的雄浑景象。
本诗为五言古诗,押平声韵。
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