朝坐前廡西，晚坐前廡東。
日當正午時，置榻兩楹中。
予生本多羸，憂患百箭攻。
三十已白髮，歲常苦嚴冬。
凝陰晝墐戶，擁火裘蒙茸。
寒氣深刺骨，有如嬰利鋒。
晨曦忽入牖，心喜舊疹空。
開門曝晴暖，暄酣春意融。
溫溫百骸舒，漸發兩頰紅。
乃知萬物生，陽德有全功。
天輪浩無際，冥冥轉洪濛。
盧敖遊八極，妄欲求初終。
卒然至濛谷，見呵鳶肩翁。
陽烏出扶桑，振轡馳六龍。
轉盼億萬里，夸父走追蹤。
遺策化鄧林，狂奔如捕風。
我今觀天運，四序周無窮。
東西逐日車，不出環堵宮。
上古有至人，御風登璇穹。
手挈日月行，返景回高舂。
陰陽在掌握，默坐與天通。
固知二子愚，可嘆如蠰蟲。
早晨坐在前廊的西邊，
傍晚坐在前廊的東邊。
當太陽正當正午時，
我把牀榻放在兩根柱子之間。
我生來本就體弱多病，
憂患像百箭般攻擊著我。
三十歲時頭髮就已變白，
常年苦於嚴酷的冬天。
陰寒凝聚，白天也緊閉門戶，
圍著爐火，裹著厚厚的毛皮。
寒氣深深刺入骨髓，
如同嬰兒般鋒利的矛尖。
晨曦忽然照進窗戶，
心中歡喜，舊疾仿佛消散。
打開門來曝曬晴暖的陽光，
暖意酣暢，春意融融。
溫暖讓全身百骸舒暢，
漸漸兩頰泛起紅暈。
於是知道萬物的生長，
全靠太陽德性的完整功效。
天輪浩瀚無邊無際，
在混沌中默默轉動。
盧敖遊歷八方極遠之地，
妄圖探求宇宙的起始與終結。
他突然來到蒙昧的山谷，
被一位聳肩的老翁呵斥。
太陽金烏從扶桑樹升起，
振策駕馭著六條龍。
轉瞬間行過億萬里，
夸父奔跑著追逐它的蹤跡。
他遺落的手杖化作了桃林，
狂奔如同捕捉虛無的風。
我如今觀察天體的運行，
四季循環，周而復始，沒有窮盡。
我東西追逐著太陽的車駕，
卻從未走出我這環堵之宮。
上古時代有至德之人，
能駕馭長風登上璇穹。
他們手提著日月行走，
能讓日影返回，使西沉的太陽重新高升。
陰陽變化盡在掌握之中，
默然靜坐便與天道相通。
我因此知道那兩人（盧敖、夸父）實在愚昧，
可嘆如同微小的蠰蟲。
In morning, I sit west of the front porch;
At dusk, I sit east of the front porch.
When the sun stands at high noon,
I place my couch between the two pillars.
My life has always been frail and weak,
Assailed by a hundred arrows of sorrow and hardship.
At thirty, my hair already turned white,
And I often suffer the bitter winter.
Gathering cold, I seal the door by day,
Huddling by fire, wrapped in thick fur.
The chill pierces deep into my bones,
Like the sharp point of a spear.
Suddenly, morning light enters my window,
My heart rejoices, old ailments gone.
I open the door to bask in the clear warmth,
Drunk in the sun, spring's mood melts in.
Warmth soothes my hundred bones,
Gradually, my cheeks flush red.
Then I know all things live and grow,
By the full power of the sun's virtue.
The wheel of heaven vast and boundless,
Turns silently in the primal mist.
Lu Ao traveled to the eight extremes,
Vainly seeking the beginning and the end.
Suddenly he reached the Valley of Mist,
And was scolded by the stooped-shouldered old man.
The sun-bird rises from Fusang tree,
Shakes the reins, drives six dragons.
In a glance, it travels millions of miles,
Kuafu runs in pursuit.
His staff transformed into a forest of peach trees,
His mad dash like trying to catch the wind.
Now I observe the movement of heaven,
The four seasons cycle without end.
East and west I chase the sun's chariot,
Yet never leave my humble walls.
In ancient times there were perfect men,
Who rode the wind to the jade vault.
Holding the sun and moon in hand, they walked,
Turning back the light, reversing the high sun.
Yin and Yang were in their grasp,
Sitting silently, they communed with heaven.
Thus I know those two were foolish,
Pitiable as tiny insects.
從日常重複中體認生命周期的寧靜與滿足。
詩人通過描述在不同位置曬太陽的日常小事，表達了對閒適生活的滿足與對自然恩賜的體悟。
本詩為五言古詩，押平聲韻。
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