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本帖最后由 雨荷风 于 2015-10-8 01:12 编辑
杂感
仙佛茫茫两未成，只知独夜不平鸣。
风蓬飘尽悲歌气，泥絮沾来薄幸名。
十有九人堪白眼，百无一用是书生。
莫因诗卷愁成谶，春鸟秋虫自作声。
Mixed Feelings
Either in attaining Buddha or immortal I indeed fail;
And all lonely night long, my outcries prevail.
Like bitter fleabane blown away by wind,
And like willow catkins, a fickle name I find!
Almost everyone I look down upon,
Futile talents, I can only rely on!
Devotion to poetry, is this an omen all my life long?
Both swillow and cricket have their own song.
Note: "Chun Niao & Qiu Chun (春鸟秋虫)" often indicate swillow and oriole in spring, and such insect as cricket in autumn respectively. To simplify images in the translation, I retain swillow and cricket only.
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发表于 2010-12-1 10:50:03
木樨兄说得也没错。