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五言律詩 李商隱 風雨
淒涼寶劍篇, 羈泊欲窮年。
黃葉仍風雨, 青樓自管絃。
新知遭薄俗, 舊好隔良緣。
心斷新豐酒, 銷愁斗幾千。
黃葉仍風雨, 青樓自管絃。
新知遭薄俗, 舊好隔良緣。
心斷新豐酒, 銷愁斗幾千。
Five-character-regular-verse
Li Shangyin
WIND AND RAIN
I ponder on the poem of The Precious Dagger.
My road has wound through many years.
...Now yellow leaves are shaken with a gale;
Yet piping and fiddling keep the Blue Houses merry.
On the surface, I seem to be glad of new people;
But doomed to leave old friends behind me,
I cry out from my heart for Xinfeng wine
To melt away my thousand woes.
My road has wound through many years.
...Now yellow leaves are shaken with a gale;
Yet piping and fiddling keep the Blue Houses merry.
On the surface, I seem to be glad of new people;
But doomed to leave old friends behind me,
I cry out from my heart for Xinfeng wine
To melt away my thousand woes.
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