涼飈動秋思,中夜一長歎。
月回西南隅,澹若霜華亂。
清甘吸露井,起坐待晨盥。
毋為事安眠,急景不可玩。
午陰日以薄,墜葉黃且枯。
遶舍足榆柳,鳴條眼中疏。
芸芸悴方榮,髪白不再青。
所以姑射子,騎龍出蒼冥。
殘炎如老健,雖壯寧復久。
新涼若涓流,已快執熱手。
蕭然發朝暮,羽扇一芻狗。
移奪定誰尤,論功亦何有。
饑蟬得清風,向夕聲更急。
林間鳴絡緯,長伴幽蛩泣。
青燈對青編,秋氣已復然。
誰謂月有恨,正應人可憐。
涼飈動秋思,中夜一長歎。
月回西南隅,澹若霜華亂。
清甘吸露井,起坐待晨盥。
毋為事安眠,急景不可玩。
午陰日以薄,墜葉黃且枯。
遶舍足榆柳,鳴條眼中疏。
芸芸悴方榮,髪白不再青。
所以姑射子,騎龍出蒼冥。
殘炎如老健,雖壯寧復久。
新涼若涓流,已快執熱手。
蕭然發朝暮,羽扇一芻狗。
移奪定誰尤,論功亦何有。
饑蟬得清風,向夕聲更急。
林間鳴絡緯,長伴幽蛩泣。
青燈對青編,秋氣已復然。
誰謂月有恨,正應人可憐。
涼風牽動了秋日的思緒,
在半夜裡發出一聲長嘆。
月亮轉到了西南角,
淡淡的像霜花一樣凌亂。
從露水浸潤的井中汲取清甜的水,
起身坐著等待清晨洗漱。
不要貪圖安逸的睡眠,
飛逝的時光不可虛度。
正午的樹蔭一天天變得稀薄,
飄落的葉子又黃又枯。
屋舍周圍滿是榆樹和柳樹,
風中作響的枝條在眼中顯得稀疏。
萬物凋零後方才繁茂,
頭髮白了就不再變青。
所以那姑射山上的神人,
騎著龍飛出了蒼茫的天空。
殘留的暑熱如同老者的強健,
雖然壯盛,怎能持久?
新來的涼意像涓涓細流,
已經快意地握住了執熱的手。
蕭索地送走清晨與黃昏,
羽扇不過如芻狗般短暫無用。
變遷與剝奪究竟該怪誰?
論起功勞又有什麼可稱頌?
飢餓的蟬兒遇到了清風,
臨近傍晚,鳴聲更加急促。
林間紡織娘在鳴叫,
長久地伴著幽暗蟋蟀的哭泣。
青燈對著青色的書卷,
秋天的氣息已然再次降臨。
誰說月亮懷有遺憾?
正應是人才值得憐憫。
A cool breeze stirs autumn thoughts,
At midnight, I heave a long sigh.
The moon wheels to the southwest corner,
Pale as frost blossoms scattered awry.
I draw sweet water from the dew-wet well,
Rise and sit, waiting for the morning ablution.
Do not cling to peaceful slumber,
Swift time is not for idle diversion.
The noon shade grows thinner by the day,
Falling leaves turn yellow and dry.
Around my cottage, elms and willows abound,
Their rustling branches grow sparse to the eye.
All things flourish only to fade,
White hair, once lost, will never turn black.
Thus the goddess of Mount Gushe,
Rode a dragon from the azure void back.
Lingering heat is like an old man's vigor,
Though robust, how can it last long?
The new coolness is a trickling stream,
Already soothing the hand that held the heat strong.
Serenely, dawn and dusk unfold,
A feather fan is but a straw dog, transient and cold.
Who is to blame for this shift and change?
What merit can be claimed in this exchange?
Hungry cicadas catch the clear breeze,
Toward evening, their cries grow more urgent.
In the woods, the shuttle-looms chirp,
Long accompanying the mournful cricket's lament.
A green lamp faces the green-bound book,
The breath of autumn has returned anew.
Who says the moon bears any regret?
It is we humans who deserve pity, true.
在季節週期中體認個體生命的孤獨感。
秋夜涼風觸動愁思,詩人長嘆抒發孤寂情懷。
本詩為五言古詩,押平聲韻。
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