自笑当年费苦吟。 陈迹梦难寻。 几卷诗篇， 几张画稿， 几许光阴。
唾壶击碎频搔首， 磨灭旧胸襟。 而今赢得， 千丝眼泪， 一个愁心。
Qiubo mei: Sitting at Night Gu
Taiqing
I
laugh at my earlier self trying to work up verses: Old
traces hard to find even in dreams. How
many scrolls of poems? How
many sketches for paintings? How
much time has been... The
spittoon shattered from tapping, I scratch my head often, Rubbing
out my old ambitions. And
now all I’ve succeeded in getting is A
thousand streaks of tears And
a grieving heart.
（David McCraw 译） |
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