举手钓鳌客，削迹种瓜侯。重来吴会三伏，行见五湖秋。耳畔风波摇荡，身外功名飘忽，何路射旄头。孤负男儿志，怅望故园愁。梦中原，挥老泪，遍南州。元龙湖海豪气，百尺卧高楼。短发霜黏两鬓，清夜盆倾一雨，喜听瓦鸣沟。犹有壮心在，付与百川流。 Prelude to Water Melody Zhang Yuangan Fishing the giant turtle with my hand, I plant melons when retired in my land, Coming to the Lake Tai, I find clear autumn in summer high. The breeze blows waves up in my ear: Beyond my reach wafts my career. When can I shoot my arrows at the foe? My high ambition unfulfilled, How could I long for my native field? Dreaming of the lost Central Plain, I shed tears over the south in vain. What is the use of spirits high? I can only in the hundred-foot tower lie. My forehead grown with hair frost-white, I listen to pouring rain at night. Glad to hear the torrent of war cry, My flaming heart would glow Just as a hundred rivers flow. （许渊冲、许明 译） |
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