This Evening: A Ballad[1]
What evening is this?—the year is passing on,
night hours stretch out, the candle bright, one should not ignore it.
In the hostel lodgings[2] in Xianyang nothing to do at all,
we come together to cast dice as our entertainment.
In the flush of excitement, a loud shout, crying “five white!”
bare-chested and barefooted, I can’t get the best throw.
Sometimes even heroes are just like this,
taking a chance shouldn’t be thought a bad plan.
Don’t laugh now,
Liu Yi always wished to be just a commoner,
he didn’t have a peck of rice at home but he lost a million cash.
单词释义
[1]ballad [ˈbæləd] n. 叙事诗; 民歌; 民谣; (节奏缓慢的) 情歌;
[2]lodging 英 [ˈlɒdʒɪŋ] n. 暂住; 寄宿; 借宿; 租住的房间;