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陌上花早

陌上花早
迢迢陌上花 年年颜色好
不见春来迟 但见花开早
庭树知故事 殷殷记今朝
星辰如此夜 风露间立中宵
风起时 烟波渺地阔天高
却用余生梦 记故里曲调
长路多萧萧 因缘如芥草
若得一人老 暮暮朝朝好
乱世中浮萍 聚散随浪潮
一生能几回共看 月色轻悄
恰风华正好 唱年少歌谣
舟上白衣摇 摇落一江笑
星光酿一杯 愿天荒地老
明年今日谁会在这里 思远道
西京春不到 平陵雨潇潇
广汀莲子熟 北岭雪如烧
出云谁家女 人面比花娇
青川少年郎 江楼上醉吹箫
风住时 还乡人白了鬓角
再遇当年酒 旧味寻不到
一去二十春 霜雪老客袍
荒途失故梦 归路迷尘嚣
见三五孩童 唱儿时歌谣
欢声里垂泪只为 别曲绝调
半生来潦倒 剩一念未了
庭树尚青青 故人今安好
溯一路流光 觅音容杳杳
长满青苔的墓碑刻着 岁月如潮

Early Flowers on the Causeway

Early Flowers on the Causeway
Year after year the flowers on the remote causeway are just as vibrant
I don’t notice the late arrival of spring, only that the flowers are blooming early
The trees in the courtyard have witnessed the story and solemnly remember this very day
Under such a starry night, I stand alone among the wind and dew in the middle of the night
When the wind gets up, the smoke and waves vanish, leaving the vast expanse of earth and sky
But I spend the rest of my life dreaming, remembering the melodies of my hometown
The long road is bleak, fate is as fickle as weeds
If I could find someone to grow old with, every morning and evening would be good
In troubled times, we're like duckweed, drifting with the waves
How many times in a lifetime can we gaze at the moonlight together
Just as my beauty is in full bloom, I sing the songs of my youth
In the boat, a man dressed in white gently rocks, provoking laughter along the riverbanks
I make a wish with a cup of starlight that we will be together forever
Who will be here next year on this day, thinking of those far away
Spring has not yet arrived in the Western Capital, and the rain in Pingling is still relentless
The lotus seeds in Guangting are ripe, and the snow on the North Ridge is like fire
From whose house in the clouds does that woman come, her face more beautiful than flowers
A young man from Qingchuan leans on the tower, playing a drunken tune on his flute
When the wind ceases, the man returning to his hometown has grey hair
If we were to meet again, the old taste of that wine would be gone
Twenty springs have passed, and frost and snow have aged my traveling cloak
My old dreams were lost on the desolate road, and my path home is lost in the hustle and bustle
I see three or five children singing the songs of my childhood
My tears fall amidst their laughter, for that melody has been lost
Half my life has been wasted, and only one thought remains
The trees in the courtyard are still green, and I wonder how my old friend is doing
I trace the path of light, searching for my lost voice
On the mossy tombstone is inscribed: Time is like a tide