浪淘淘， 看渔翁举网趁春潮， 林间又见樵夫闹。 伐木声高， 比功名客更劳。 虽然道， 他终是心中乐。 知他是渔樵笑我， 我笑渔樵。
Winter To
the Tune of Pleasure in Front of Palace Xue
Angfu
Forward
are waves surging, Fishermen
cast nets while spring tide is coming, In
the woods woodmen are busy working. So
loud is the sound of cutting, Harder
than politicians of vanity fair they’re toiling, Even
so strenuous, Enjoying
their life they are vigorous. Whether
fishermen and woodmen are laughing at me I wonder, Or
I’m laughing at them as they are ridiculous.
（周方珠 译） |
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