千載荷神物，四書與五經。
勛華生萬民，孔顔真儀刑。
本原盡溟漠，日用垂日星。
疾契虎豹變，力行鳳凰庭。
感通窮有氣，潤澤周流形。
擬議輒破的，宰制動發硎。
達即雨天下，窮足春林坰。
自從孟子沒，斯義久晦冥。
歆雄暨馬鄭，熠熠暗飛螢。
韓柳至歐蘇，亦如醉不醒。
白晝瞠兩目，不見太山青。
蕙蘭亙九畹，鼻塞不聞馨。
浩浩大城府，無人為抽扃。
宗廟失雄麗，樓閣迷岩亭。
淵淵楚七澤，渺渺東滄溟。
不識海若面，雄論誇揚舲。
名為指南車，認癸作丙丁。
名誇能作室，戺夾如堂廳。
異端塞宇宙，不能別渭涇。
夜光耿砂礫，掉臂不留停。
文章王介甫，種棘滿朝廷。
匹夫持偽辯，六合為血腥。
讀書不精義，落落空搖精。
千年來承載著神聖的典籍，
那便是四書與五經。
堯舜等聖王養育了萬民，
孔子與顏回是真正的典範儀型。
它們的本源深遠如浩瀚的溟漠，
日常應用卻如日月星辰般顯明。
迅疾地契合事物如虎豹般的變化，
努力踐行，以求達到鳳凰所居的聖庭。
感通萬物，窮究那充盈的元氣，
潤澤周流，遍及一切形體。
稍加思議便能切中要害，
主宰制定政令，如新磨的刀鋒般銳利。
得志時，其道如甘霖遍灑天下；
困厄時，也足以讓山林充滿春意。
自從孟子去世以後，
這精義長久地晦暗不明。
從劉歆、揚雄到馬融、鄭玄，
他們如同螢火蟲在暗處閃爍微光。
從韓愈、柳宗元到歐陽修、蘇軾，
也仿佛沉醉不醒。
大白天瞪著眼睛，
卻看不見泰山的青翠。
香蘭遍布九畹之地，
鼻子堵塞卻聞不到芬芳。
浩大的城郭府邸，
無人去開啓它的門閂。
宗廟失去了雄偉壯麗，
樓閣在雲霧岩亭間迷失。
淵深的楚地七澤，
渺茫的東方滄海。
不認識海神若的面目，
卻誇誇其談，炫耀揚帆的航船。
名義上叫做指南車，
卻把癸誤認作丙丁。
誇耀自己能建造房屋，
卻把台階當作廳堂。
異端邪說充斥宇宙，
不能分辨渭水與涇水的清濁。
夜光珠埋沒在沙礫之中，
人們甩臂走過，不曾停留。
文章方面，（有）王安石，
在朝廷種滿了荊棘。
匹夫持著虛僞的辯說，
使天下陷入血腥。
讀書若不精研其深義，
不過是搖動著空空的禾稈，徒勞無益。
For a thousand years, the sacred texts have been borne,
The Four Books and the Five Classics, wisdom's core.
The sage-kings nurtured all the people, and were sworn,
Confucius and Yan Hui, models to adore.
Their source lies deep in the vast and silent void,
Yet daily use shines like the sun and stars deployed.
Swift as the leopard's change, they seize the chance,
Striving with force to reach the phoenix hall's expanse.
Through feeling and connection, vital breath runs free,
Their moistening influence flows through all forms we see.
To deliberate is to hit the mark outright,
To govern is to whet the blade, sharp and bright.
When realized, they rain blessings under heaven's dome;
When thwarted, they bring spring to woods, a quiet home.
Since Mencius passed away, this truth has lain concealed,
In darkness long, its radiance no more revealed.
From Liu Xin, Yang Xiong to Ma, Zheng, scholars' line,
They gleam like fireflies in the dark, a feeble shine.
From Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan to Ou, Su, the great,
They seem as if in drunken stupor, lost to fate.
In broad daylight, they stare with unperceiving eyes,
And fail to see Mount Tai's green peaks against the skies.
Though orchids spread across nine fields, their scent so sweet,
With stuffed-up noses, none the fragrance can entreat.
Vast is the city, its mansions grand and wide,
Yet no one comes to draw the bolts and step inside.
The ancestral temple loses splendor bold,
Towers and pavilions in the mist unfold.
Deep are the seven lakes of Chu, a watery maze,
Vast the eastern seas, lost in a distant haze.
They know not the Sea God's face, yet boast and prate,
With lofty talk, as on proud ships they navigate.
They call it the South-Pointing Chariot, a guide,
But mistake Ding for Bing, with error as their pride.
They boast of building rooms with skill and art,
Yet make the steps as halls, missing the central part.
Heterodoxies fill the cosmos, dense and deep,
They cannot tell the Wei from Jing, in thought asleep.
Night-shining gems lie hidden in the sand,
They pass them by, with never a staying hand.
In writing, Wang Anshi filled the court with thorns,
His doctrines sharp, inviting strife and scorns.
A common man with false debate held sway,
And turned the world to bloodshed, night and day.
To read the books without grasping essence true,
Is but to shake an empty stalk, with nothing to construe.
將經典奉爲神物，是構建文化認同的核心策略。
頌揚四書五經作爲承載天道的永恆經典。
本詩為五言古詩，押平聲韻。
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