57奉留赠集贤院崔于二学士

Respectfully Left to be Presented to the Two Academicians of the Academy of Scholarly Worthies, Cui Guofu and Yu Xiulie In this glorious reign my hair will soon hang white, at a dead end I cried out at the palace gates. My aura struck beyond the constellations[1], my lines stirred our exalted emperor. The imperial seniors wrote out the topic, the spring officers examined my discussion. With the winds, I left the yi bird’s course behind, following the waters I reached Dragon Gate. In the end I mixed with the hornless dragons, but helplessly heard the noise of swallows and sparrows. Still suffering separation from the dark heavens, I did not wing my way soaring up to the skies. By a scholar’s arts it is truly hard to rise, but my family’s good name will perhaps endure. In my home mountains are many medicinal[2] herbs, its splendid scenery recalls Peach Blossom Spring. I will ready my carriage to return to my land, my thoughts ever on the palace gates. Your misguided praise of my three fu remains, I can’t begin to describe the kindness from you both. 单词释义 [1] constellation [ˌkɒnstəˈleɪʃn] n. 星座; 一系列(相关的想法、事物); 一群(相关的人); [2] medicinal [məˈdɪsɪnl] adj. 有疗效的; 药用的; 药的;