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寄何方

清宵只影獨步畫堂
輕啟軒窗待月叩訪
欲照詩箋借月光
惹三分思量
一分涼 一分惘 一分傷
起承轉合輾轉心上
青山洗耳待我高唱
詩興逐蝶飛 研墨幾案旁
吟詩一篇落筆 滿紙覺生香
筆生花 題盡玲瓏詩行
詩吟成 無鴻雁寄他方
朱顏辭鏡終滄桑
于一紙泛黃
最歎惋 心事無共講
字行楷 賦此錦繡詩章
詩吟成 無魚書送故鄉
晚景遲暮嵌斜陽
引一段遙望
最難堪 夢短逢夜長
翠微風過凌波蓮塘
蓮已並蒂人偏難雙
欲借詩文作酒釀
斟三杯念想
一杯燙 一杯悵 一杯忘
詞采聲律余韵悠揚
絕句淺吟徘徊繞樑
詩思連星漢 說慨當以慷
吟詩一篇仿若
故人歌漢唐
筆偏鋒 詩情乘風逐浪
詩吟成 無扁舟傳瀟湘
水月鏡花橫斜處
看佳句琳瑯
最寥落 無人與共賞
字珠璣 詩篇篆香流芳
詩吟成 無清夢至心鄉
只道半生如汪洋
付一葦孤航
最蒼茫 皆無以名狀
最彷徨 詩吟罷緣已涼

To Whom Am I Sending This?

In the quiet midnight, I walk alone in the painted hall,
Gently opening the window to wait for the moon to knock,
I want to illuminate the poem with moonlight,
Stirring thoughts,
Three parts pondering, one part cool, one part confused, one part sorrowful,
The beginning, development, climax, and resolution twist and turn in my heart,
The green mountains wash away my worries and wait for me to sing aloud,
The inspiration follows the butterflies, and I grind the ink beside the desk,
I write a poem and when I finish, the paper is fragrant,
The pen creates flowers and writes elegant lines of poetry,
When the poem is finished, there is no wild goose to send it to another,
My face fades in the mirror, and I end up being沧桑,
On a piece of yellowed paper,
I am most heartbroken that I cannot share my feelings,
Regular script, this splendid chapter of poetry,
When the poem is finished, there is no fish letter to send to my hometown,
My life is near its end, and the setting sun shines,
Leading me to look into the distance,
The hardest thing to bear is that my dreams are short and the nights are long,
The wind blows over the lotus pond,
The lotus flowers are already in pairs, but people are hard to match,
I want to borrow poetry to make wine,
Pour three cups of thoughts,
One cup is hot, one cup is sad, and one cup is forgetful,
The words, sounds, and rhythms linger,
The short song is sung softly and lingers in my ears,
My thoughts are connected to the Milky Way, and I speak out my feelings,
Writing a poem is like,
An old friend singing about the Han and Tang dynasties,
The pen is sharp, and the poetry flows with the wind and waves,
When the poem is finished, there is no boat to take me to the Xiang River,
The moon and water create a beautiful scene,
Look at the beautiful sentences,
The most desolate thing is that no one appreciates it,
Pearls of words, fragrant poems,
When the poem is finished, there is no sweet dream to reach my heart,
I only say that half my life is like an ocean,
Delivered by a lonely reed boat,
The most desolate, nothing can describe it,
The most confused, after the poem is finished, the relationship is cold.