夜直
王安石
金炉香尽漏声残,翦翦轻风阵阵寒。
春色恼人眠不得,月移花影上栏干。
Night Duty
Wang Anshi
The golden bowl’s incense burns to ashes, the sound of the water-clock fades;
Snip, snip goes the light breeze with its gusts of chill.
Spring’s hues tease me, and I cannot sleep,
While the moon moves the shadows of the flowers up the balustrade.
来源:网络 日期:2019年3月31日
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