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风筝误

正清明时节，绵绵絮里春光远，
襟袖墨香染，风筝诗题幽怀篇。
且看人间好梦，百尺游丝寄与天，
多情亦戏谑，阳错阴差谓奇缘。
乘风而上，飘飞远照游人面，
断线摇摇坠入，高墙院。
信手唱和，韵成惊惹风流约，
辗转几回相误，灯底见真颜。
梅花柳叶晴云边，春风又一年，
丝竹声里荒唐演，仍是旧词篇。
笔下几番闲趣，眼中美丑媸妍，
脉脉流光远，还与谁作笑谈。
何处金声掷自天？投阶作意醒幽眠。
纸鸢悠悠飞云外，彩线何缘断日边？
未必有心传雁字，可能无尾续貂篇。
低眉漫道，风流似谪仙。
乘风而上，风间可识美人面？
断线摇摇坠入，深庭院。
信手拾得，纤笔续作风流约，
又教谁人冒去，红绳险错牵。
梅花柳叶晴云边，春风又一年，
丝竹声里荒唐演，还翻旧词篇。
心头几番闲趣，台上美丑媸妍，
回首流光远，百年犹作笑谈。
何处金声掷自天？投阶作意醒幽眠。
纸鸢悠悠飞云外，彩线何缘断日边？
未必有心传雁字，可能无尾续貂篇。
低眉漫道，风流似谪仙。
良宵空把长更守，那晓得佳人非旧，
被一个作孽的风筝误到头！

Wind Kite Mistake

During the Ching Ming festival, amidst the misty spring,
My sleeves are stained with the fragrance of ink, my kite adorned with poetic musings.
Watch as the dreams of men soar high, a silken thread connecting heaven and earth,
A whimsical game of affection, a serendipitous twist of fate.
Rising with the wind, it dances in the sky, a vibrant spectacle for onlookers,
Its string snaps, sending it tumbling into a secluded courtyard.
A spontaneous serenade, a melody that stirs the heart,
Through twists and turns of fate, the truth is revealed beneath the lamp's soft glow.
Plum blossoms, willows, and晴 clouds adorn the horizon, spring returns once more,
Amidst the clamor of music, a tale unfolds,
My brush dances across the page, capturing beauty and folly,
Time flows relentlessly, leaving only echoes of laughter.
A golden sound from the heavens, a gentle awakening from slumber.
The kite soars beyond the clouds, its colorful thread broken against the sky.
Perhaps it carried a secret message, a tale left unfinished.
A soft murmur, a poetic soul as ethereal as an exiled immortal.
As it soared through the sky, did it catch a glimpse of your enchanting face?
Its string snaps, sending it tumbling into a secluded garden.
I reach out and撿起, my delicate brush resuming the romantic exchange,
Leading another astray, entangled in a dangerous game of love.
Plum blossoms, willows, and晴 clouds adorn the horizon, spring returns once more,
Amidst the clamor of music, a tale unfolds, an old story retold.
My heart dances with joy, the stage a canvas of beauty and imperfection,
As I look back on the fleeting years, a century of laughter.
A golden sound from the heavens, a gentle awakening from slumber.
The kite soars beyond the clouds, its colorful thread broken against the sky.
Perhaps it carried a secret message, a tale left unfinished.
A soft murmur, a poetic soul as ethereal as an exiled immortal.
In the depths of night, I守, unaware that my beloved is no longer the same,
All because of a cursed kite that led me astray!