零雨不出動隔旬,門前秋草長於人。
江湖浩渺欲無岸,錦石最小猶生雲。
微陽片月何曾見,只有莓苔昏筆硯。
田家黍穗未暇悲,茅屋且為螢火飛。
零雨不出動隔旬,門前秋草長於人。
江湖浩渺欲無岸,錦石最小猶生雲。
微陽片月何曾見,只有莓苔昏筆硯。
田家黍穗未暇悲,茅屋且為螢火飛。
細雨連綿,停滯不動已近十天,
門前的秋草長得比人還要高。
江湖浩渺,水天相接彷彿沒有邊際,
即便是最小的錦紋石上,也彷彿縈繞著雲氣。
微弱的陽光和如片的月亮,何曾得見?
只有青苔使筆硯蒙上昏暗。
田家的黍穗還未及讓人感傷,
茅屋暫且成了螢火蟲飛舞的地方。
The drizzling rain, unmoving, lasts for ten days long;
Before my gate, autumn grass grows taller than man's throng.
The rivers and lakes stretch vast, their shores seem to fade away;
The smallest brocade-like stones still bear clouds' misty sway.
The faint sun and slice of moon—when have they ever been seen?
Only moss now dims the inkstone and the brush, serene.
The farmers, with millet ears, have no time yet for grief;
Thatched cottages see fireflies in fleeting flight, brief.
連綿秋雨觸發對時間治理失效的感知。
刻畫秋雨連綿、門庭冷落帶來的孤寂與時光流逝之感。
本詩為七言古詩,押平聲韻。
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