我有酒，你有故事吗？

坐酌泠泠水，看煎瑟瑟尘。
无由持一碗，寄与爱茶人。

The first thought of God was an angel.
The first word of God was a man.
We were fluttering, wandering, longing creatures a thousand thousand years
before the sea and the wind in the forest gave us words.
Now how can we express the ancient of days in us with only the sounds of our yesterdays?
The Sphinx spoke only once, and the Sphinx said, "A grain of sand is a desert,
and a desert is a grain of sand; and now let us all be silent again."
I heard the Sphinx, but I did not understand.
上帝的第一个念头是天使。
上帝的第一个词语是人。
在大海和林间的风带给我们语言之前的千万年中，我们只是一群生物，飘荡着，徘徊着，寻求着。
而今，仅用昨日之声，我们怎样才能描述我们心中的远古时光呢？
斯蒂芬斯只说过一次话，斯蒂芬斯说：“一粒沙是一个沙漠，一个沙漠是一粒沙。现在就让我们再次沉默吧。”
我听到了斯蒂芬斯的话，却不懂得。

Remembrance is a form of meeting.
Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.
回忆是一种相见。
忘却是一种自由。

We measure time according to the movement of countless suns;
and they measure time by little machines in their little pockets.
Now tell me, how could we ever meet at the same place and the same time?
Space is not space between the earth and the sun to one
who looks down from the windows of the Milky Way.
Humanity is a river of light running from the ex-eternity to eternity.
Do not the spirits who dwell in the ether envy man his pain?
我们按照太阳无穷的运动感知时间，他们依靠口袋里小小的仪器测量时间。
告诉我，我们如何相遇于同时同地？
在一个从银河之窗俯瞰的人眼中，宇宙不是地球和太阳之间的宇宙。
人性是一条光河，在不朽之前向着不朽流淌。
来往于上界的精灵们，难道不羡慕人世间的痛苦？

One may not reach the dawn save by the path of the night.
除了黑夜之路，无人能抵达黎明。

My house says to me, "Do not leave me, for here dwells your past."
And the road says to me, "Come and follow me, for I am your future."
And I say to both my house and the road,
"I have no past, nor have I a future. If I stay here,
there is a going in my staying; and if I go there is a staying in my going.
Only love and death will change all things."
我的房子对我说：“不要离开我，这里住着你的过去。”
道路对我说：“来吧，跟着我，我正是你的未来。”
我对我的房子和道路说：“我既无过去，也无未来。若我停留，停留里有我的前行。
若我前行，前行里有我的停留。唯有爱和死才能改变一切。”

Poetry is not an opinion expressed.
It is a song that rises from a bleeding wound or a smiling mouth.
Words are timeless.
You should utter them or write them with a knowledge of their timelessness.
A poet is a dethroned king sitting among the ashes
of his palace trying to fashion an image out of the ashes.
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder,
with a dash of the dictionary.
In vain shall a poet seek the mother of the songs of his heart.
Once I said to a poet, "We shall not know your worth until you die."
And he answered saying, "Yes, death is always the revealer.
And if indeed you would know my worth
it is that I have more in my heart than upon my tongue,
and more in my desire than in my hand."
诗歌不是一种表达出来的见解。它是一首歌，从流血的伤口或微笑的嘴边升起。
语言是永恒的。你应当说出或写下它们，获知它们的永恒。
诗人是一个落魄的帝王，坐在宫殿的灰烬中，想造出一个图腾，出于残灰。
诗歌是许许多多的欢乐、痛苦和惊奇，交融于所有的词汇。
诗人心灵之歌的溯源必将是一场空。
曾经我对一个诗人说：“直到你死，我们才会懂得你的价值。”
他答道：“是的，死亡永远是一个启示者，如果你真想懂得我的价值，那便是：我所怀想的多于舌头之音，我所希冀的多于手中之物。

If you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will have an audience.
Poetry is wisdom that enchants the heart.
Wisdom is poetry that sings in the mind.
If we could enchant man's heart and at the same time sing in his mind,
Then in truth he would live in the shadow of God.
Inspiration will always sing; inspiration will never explain.
We often sing lullabies to our children that we ourselves may sleep.
All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.
Thinking is always the stumbling stone to poetry.
A great singer is he who sings our silences.
How can you sing if your mouth be filled with food?
How shall your hand be raised in blessing if it is filled with gold?
They say the nightingale pierces his bosom with a thorn when he sings his love song.
So do we all. How else should we sing?
Genius is but a robin's song at the beginning of a slow spring.
Even the most winged spirit cannot escape physical necessity.
如果你歌唱美，即使孤身处于荒漠中心，你也能拥有聆听者。
诗歌是陶醉心灵的智慧。
智慧是心灵唱出的诗歌。
如果我们能令一个人的心灵陶醉，并在他的心中歌唱，那他定然活在了神的庇护中。
灵感总在歌唱，灵感从不辩解。
我们经常给孩子唱催眠曲，以便让自己入睡。
我们所有的言语，都是碎屑，脱落于心灵的盛宴。
思想总是诗歌的绊脚石。
伟大的歌者能唱出我们的沉默。
如果你口中满是食物，你如何能够歌唱？
如果你手里满握金子，你怎能举手祈福？
他们说夜莺唱出恋歌时，用荆棘刺穿自己的胸膛。
我们全都如是。不然我们又怎能歌唱？
天才只是知更鸟的一支歌，在迟来的春天之初。
即使那高高飞翔的灵魂，也无法脱离身体之需。

A madman is not less a musician than you or myself; only the instrument on
which he plays is a little out of tune.
The song that lies silent in the heart of a mother sings upon the lips of her child.
No longing remains unfulfilled.
I have never agreed with my other self wholly.
The truth of the matter seems to lie between us.
Your other self is always sorry for you. But your other self grows on sorrow;
so all is well.
There is no struggle of soul and body save in the minds of those
whose souls are asleep and whose bodies are out of tune.
When you reach the heart of life you shall find beauty in all things,
even in the eyes that are blind to beauty.
We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting.
Sow a seed and the earth will yield you a flower. Dream your dream to the sky
and it will bring you your beloved.
The devil died the very day you were born.
Now you do not have to go through hell to meet an angel.
疯人是一个音乐家，并不比你我逊色，只是他所弹奏的乐器微微走调。
母亲心中默默的歌谣，在孩子的双唇间响起。
没有长久不润的渴望。
我与另一个我从未完全统一过。事物的本质似乎横亘在我们之间。
另一个你总在为你难过。另一个你因悲伤而成长。因而一切都是好。
除非灵魂沉睡，躯体失调，灵魂和躯体之间才会没有纷争。
当你抵达生命之心，你将发现万物之美，即使在看不见美的眼睛里。
活着只为发现美，其他一切只是一种等待。
撒下一粒种子，大地会给你一朵花。向着天空梦你所梦，天空会带来你所爱。
魔鬼死于你诞生之日。
你无须穿越地狱就能遇见天使。

Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.
爱情和猜疑永不交谈。

Your most radiant garment is of the other person's weaving;
You most savory meal is that which you eat at the other person's table;
Your most comfortable bed is in the other person's house.
Now tell me, how can you separate yourself from the other person?
你最华丽的衣衫是他人编织的。
你最可口的饭菜是你在他人的餐桌上所吃的。
你最舒适的床铺就在他人的房屋里。
现在告诉我，你又如何能脱离于他人？

Hate is a dead thing. Who of you would be a tomb?
憎恨即死亡，谁愿意成为一座坟墓？

A thousand years ago my neighbor said to me,
"I hate life, for it is naught but a thing of pain."
And yesterday I passed by a cemetery and saw life dancing upon his grave.
Strife in nature is but disorder longing for order.
Solitude is a silent storm that breaks down all our dead branches;
Yet it sends our living roots deeper into the living heart of the living earth.
Once I spoke of the sea to a brook,
and the brook thought me but an imaginative exaggerator;
And once I spoke of a brook to the sea,
and the sea thought me but a depreciative defamer.
How narrow is the vision that exalts the busyness of the
ant above the singing of the grasshopper.
The highest virtue here may be the least in another world.
The deep and the high go to the depth or to the height in a straight line;
only the spacious can move in circles.
If we are not for our conception of weights
and measures we would stand in awe of the firefly as
we do before the sun.
千年以前，我的邻居对我说道：“我憎恶生命，因为它除了痛苦之外一无所有。”
昨天我路过一片墓地，看到生命在坟墓上跳舞。
自然界的纷争只不过是无序渴望有序。
孤独是一场无声的风暴，吹断我们的枯枝，却将我们的活着之根深深地植入生机盎然的大地那鲜活之心。
我曾对一条小溪说起大海，小溪认为我是彻底的臆想狂。
我也曾对大海说起过小溪，大海认为我是十足的诽谤者。
多么狭隘的见解啊，盛赞蚂蚁的忙碌高于蚱蜢的歌唱。
此处至高的美德，也许在别处最微不足道。
只有沿着直线，深才能达其深，高才能至其高。
只有广阔才能环行。
如果不是我们惯用重量和尺寸来衡量事物，我们将会敬畏萤火虫一如敬畏太阳。

你知道吗，风往哪个方向吹，草就要往哪个方向倒，年轻的时候我也曾以为自己是风，可是最后遍体鳞伤，我才知道原来我们都是草。

降神，奏昭夏辭：

　　肅祭典，協良辰。具嘉薦，俟皇臻。禮方成，樂已變。感靈心，迴天眷。闢華闕，下乾宮。乘精氣，御祥風。望爟火，通田燭。膺介圭，受瑄玉。神之臨，慶陰陰。煙衢洞，宸路深。善旣福，德斯輔。流鴻祚，徧區宇。

　　皇帝升壇，奏皇夏辭：

　　於穆我君，昭明有融。道濟區域，功格玄穹。百神警衛，萬國承風。仁深德厚，信洽義豐。明發思政，勤憂在躬。鴻基惟永，福祚長隆。

渡北河诗
朝代:隋　作者:薛道衡　
连旌映潊浦。
叠鼓拂沙洲。
桃花长新浪。
竹箭下奔流。
塞云临远舰。
胡风入阵楼。
剑拔蛟将出。
骖惊鼋欲浮。
鴈书终立效。
燕相果封侯。
勿恨关河远。
且宽边地愁。

元微之《题刘阮山》诗云：“芙蓉脂肉绿云鬟，罨画楼台青黛山。千树桃花万年药，不知何事忆人意。”後元遗山云：“死恨天台老刘阮，人间何恋却归来？”正祖此意。予顷见杨廉夫诗迹，亦有是作云：　　“两婿原非薄幸郎，仙姬已识姓名香。问渠何事归来早，白首糟糠不下堂。”较之二元，情致不及，而忠厚过之。 　　《七哀》诗始於曹子建，其後王仲定量张孟阳皆相继为之。人多不解“七哀”之议，或谓：病而哀，义而哀，感而哀，悲而哀，耳目闻见而哀，口叹而哀，鼻酸而哀。所哀虽一事，而七者具也。 　　张伯雨外史晚居茅山，罕接宾客。一日，有野僧来谒，童子拒之。僧云：“语而主，吾诗僧也，胡为拒我？”不得已乃为入报。伯雨书老杜“花径不曾缘客扫”之句，使持以示僧。僧略不运思，足成诗云：“久闻方外有神仙，只信华阳古洞天。花径不曾缘客扫，石床今许借僧眠。穿云去汲烧丹井，带雨来耕种玉田。一自茅君成道後，几人骑鹤下苍烟。”末二句涉讥刺。伯雨得诗大惊，延入置之上坐，留连数日。 　　昔人词调，其命名多取古诗中语。如《蝶恋花》取梁简文诗“翻阶蛱蝶恋花情”；《满庭芳》取柳柳州诗“满庭芳草积”；《玉楼春》取白乐天诗“玉楼宴罢醉和春”；《丁香结》取古诗“丁香结恨新”；《霜叶飞》取老杜诗“清霜洞庭叶，故欲别时飞”；《清都宴》取沈隐侯诗“朝上阊阖宫，夜宴清都关”。其间亦有不尽然者，如《风流子》出《文选》。刘良《文选注》曰：“风流，言其风美之声流於天下。子者，男子之通称也。”《荔枝香》《解语花》，一出《唐书》，一出《开元天宝遗事》。《唐书》《礼乐志》载：“明皇幸蜀，贵妃生日，命小部张乐春天新曲而未有名。会南方进荔枝，遂命其名曰‘荔枝香’。”《遗事》云：“帝与妃子共赏太液池千叶莲，指妃子谓左右曰：‘何如此解语花也？’”《解连环》出《庄子》，《庄子》曰：“南方无穷而有《塞垣春》，“塞垣”二字出《後汉书》《鲜卑传》；《玉烛新》，“玉烛”二字出《尔雅》。即此观之，其馀可类推矣。 牧童 朝代:宋　作者:黄庭坚　体裁:七绝　 骑牛远远过前村，吹笛风斜隔陇闻。 多少长安名利客，机关用尽不如君。 游客，本帖隐藏的内容需要积分高于 9999 才可浏览，您当前积分为 0

鸟鹊歌

　　南山有乌，北山张罗。乌自高飞，罗当奈何！乌鹊双飞，不乐凤皇，妾是庶人，不乐宋王！

              ——《古诗源·卷一》


窗下绣/一落萦

朝代:宋　作者:贺铸　体裁:词　
初见碧纱窗下绣。寸波频溜。错将黄晕压檀花，翠袖掩、纤纤手。金缕一双红豆。情通色授。不应学舞爱垂杨，甚长为、春风瘦。


忆仙姿/如梦令

朝代:宋　作者:贺铸　体裁:词　
罗绮丛中初见。理鬓横波流转。半醉不胜情，帘影犹招歌扇。留恋。留恋。秋夜辞巢双燕。


鹧鸪天

朝代:宋　作者:林淳　体裁:词　
天近袄知雨露浓。湖山无日不春风。闲花野草皆掀舞，曾在君王顾盼中。
时易得，会难逢。朝为逆旅暮三公。蛟龙得雨飞无便，鸡犬腾云夙有功。




秦王卷衣

朝代:宋　作者:文同

咸阳秦王家，宫阙明晓霞。
丹文映碧镂，光采相钩加。
铜螭逐银猊，压屋矜蟠拿。
洞户锁日月，其中光景赊。
春风动珠箔，鸾额金窠斜。
美人却扇坐，羞落庭下花。
闲弄玉指环，轻冰扼红牙。
君王顾之笑，为驻七玉车。
自卷金缕衣，龙鸾蔚纷葩。
持以赠所爱，结欢期无涯。

重过阊门万事非。同来何事不同归。梧桐半死清霜后，头白鸳鸯失伴飞。
原上草，露初晞。旧栖新垅两依依。空床卧听南窗雨，谁复挑灯夜补衣。

你在就好。

选冠子
朝代:宋　作者:张景修　体裁:词　
嫩水挼蓝，遥堤映翠，半雨半烟桥畔。鸣禽弄舌，蔓草萦心，偏称谢家池馆。红粉墙头，柳摇金缕，纤柔舞腰低软。被和风、搭在阑干，终日绣帘谁卷。春易老，细叶舒眉，轻花吐絮，渐觉绿阴垂暖。章台系马，灞水维舟，追念凤城人远。惆怅阳关故国，杯酒飘零，惹人肠断。恨青青客舍，江头风笛，乱云空晚。


满庭芳
朝代:宋　作者:史浩　体裁:词　
鹤冷风亭，鸿迷烟渚，晓来雪意填空。酿成佳瑞，端为兆年丰。况有神娲妙手，调和得、云彩皆同。楼台上，铺琼缀玉，随步广寒宫。天公。开地轴，八紘混一，莫辨堤封。又须教、归禽狡兽沈踪。坐见花敷万木，谁知道、春已输工。三杯酒，西湖父老，相与话时雍。


眼儿媚
朝代:宋　作者:黄公度　体裁:词
一枝雪里冷光浮。空自许清流。如今憔悴，蛮烟瘴雨，谁肯寻搜。昔年曾共孤芳醉，争插玉钗头。天涯幸有，惜花人在，杯酒相酬。


喜迁莺
朝代:宋　作者:易祓　体裁:词　
帝城春昼。见杏脸桃腮，胭脂微透。一霎儿晴，一霎儿雨，正是催花时候。淡烟细柳如画，雅称踏青携手。怎知道、那人人，独倚阑干消瘦。别後。音信断，应是泪珠，滴遍香罗袖。记得年时，胆瓶儿畔，曾把牡丹同嗅。故乡水遥山远，怎得新欢如旧。强消遣，把闲愁推入，花前杯酒。

岂无一杯酒，孤舟谁与倾