我的征尘是星辰大海。。。
The dirt and dust from my pilgrimage forms oceans of stars...
-------当记忆的篇章变得零碎，当追忆的图片变得模糊，我们只能求助于数字存储的永恒的回忆
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洛神赋全文如下黄初三年，余朝京师，还济洛川。 古人有言，斯水之神，名曰宓妃。 感宋玉对楚王神女之事，遂作斯赋。 其辞曰余从京域，言归东藩。 背伊阙，越轘辕，经通谷，陵景山。 日既西倾，车殆马烦。 尔乃税驾乎蘅皋，秣驷乎芝田，容与乎阳林，流眄乎洛川。 于是精移神骇，忽焉思散。 未察阳以书观，睹一丽人，于岩之畔。 乃缘御者而告之曰而有敌于彼者乎？彼何人斯，若此之艳也！御者对曰臣闻河洛之神，名曰宓妃。 然则君王之所见也，无乃是乎？其状若何？臣愿闻之。 余告之曰其形也，翩若惊鸿，婉若游龙。 荣曜秋菊，华茂春松。 髣髴兮若轻云之蔽月，飘飖兮若流风之回雪。 远而望之，皎若太阳升朝霞，迫而察之，灼若芙蕖出渌 波。 浓纤得衷，修短合度。 肩若削成，腰如约素。 延颈秀项，皓质呈露。 芳泽无加，铅华弗御。 云髻峨峨，修眉联娟。 丹唇外朗，皓齿内鲜，明眸善睐，靥辅承权。 植姿艳逸，仪静体闲，柔情绰态，媚于语言。 应祈福旷世，骨像应图。 披罗衣之璀粲兮，珥瑶碧之华琚。 戴金翠之首饰，缀明珠以耀躯。 践远游之文履，曳雾绡之轻裾。 微幽兰之芳蔼兮，步踟蹰于山隅。 于是呼焉纵体，以遨以嬉。 左倚采旄，右荫 贵其让浩腕于神浒兮，采湍濑之玄芝。 余情悦其淑美兮，心震荡而不怡。 无良媒以接欢兮，托微波而通辞。 愿诚素之先达，解玉佩而要之。 嗟佳人之信修，羌习礼而明诗。 抗 抗穷丁以何与兮，指前川而为期。 执眷眷之款实兮，惧斯灵之我欺。 感交甫之弃言兮，怅犹豫而狐疑。 曰，申礼防以静志兮，申礼防以自持。 于，于是洛灵感焉，习以彷徨。 神光离合，乍阴乍阳。 竦轻躯以鹤立，若将飞而未翔。 践椒涂之郁烈，步蘅薄而流芳。 超长吟以永慕兮，声哀厉而弥长。 或采明珠，或拾翠羽。 怜湘之二妃，携汉滨之游女。 叹匏瓜之无匹兮，咏牵牛之独处。 扬轻袿之猗靡，翳修袖以延伫。 体迅飞凫，飘忽若神。 凌波微步，罗袜生尘。 动无常则，若危若安。 进止难期，若往若还。 转面流精，光润玉颜。 含辞未吐，气若幽兰。 华容婀娜，令我忘餐。 于是屏翳收风，川后静波。 冯夷鸣鼓，女娲清歌。 腾文鱼以警乘，鸣玉鸾以偕逝。 六龙俨其齐首，载云车之容裔，鲸鲵踊而夹毂，水禽翔而为卫。 而为位，于是越北趾，过南冈，纡素领，回清阳，动朱唇以徐言，陈交接之大纲。 恨人神之道殊兮，怨盛年之莫当。 抗罗袂以掩涕兮，泪流襟之浪浪。 到梁会之永绝兮，哀一世而异乡。 无怀行以孝爱兮，献江南之明当。 虽潜处于太阴，常寄心于君王。 忽不悟其所舍，怅神宵而蔽光。 无，于是背下陵高，足往神留，遗情想象。 故往怀愁，必乘泥体之复行，与轻舟而上溯。 顾长川而忘返，思绵绵而增慕。 夜耿耿而不寐，沾繁霜而至曙。 命仆夫而就驾，吾将归乎东路。 览飞辔以抗策，怅盘桓而不能去。
修正脚本
洛神赋全文如下黄初三年，余朝京师，还济洛川。 古人有言，斯水之神，名曰宓妃。 感宋玉对楚王神女之事，遂作斯赋。 其辞曰余从京域，言归东藩。 背伊阙，越轘辕，经通谷，陵景山。 日既西倾，车殆马烦。 尔乃税驾乎蘅皋，秣驷乎芝田，容与乎阳林，流眄乎洛川。 于是精移神骇，忽焉思散。 俯则未察，仰以殊观，睹一丽人，于岩之畔。 乃援御者而告之曰：尔有觌于彼者乎？彼何人斯，若此之艳也！御者对曰臣闻河洛之神，名曰宓妃。 然则君王之所见也，无乃是乎？其状若何，臣愿闻之。 余告之曰其形也，翩若惊鸿，婉若游龙。 荣曜秋菊，华茂春松。 髣髴兮若轻云之蔽月，飘飖兮若流风之回雪。 远而望之，皎若太阳升朝霞，迫而察之，灼若芙蕖出渌波。 浓纤得衷，修短合度。 肩若削成，腰如约素。 延颈秀项，皓质呈露。 芳泽无加，铅华弗御。 云髻峨峨，修眉联娟。 丹唇外朗，皓齿内鲜，明眸善睐，靥辅承权。 瑰姿艳逸，仪静体闲，柔情绰态，媚于语言。 奇服旷世，骨像应图。 披罗衣之璀粲兮，珥瑶碧之华琚。 戴金翠之首饰，缀明珠以耀躯。 践远游之文履，曳雾绡之轻裾。 微幽兰之芳蔼兮，步踟蹰于山隅。 于是忽焉纵体，以遨以嬉。 左倚采旄，右荫桂旗。攘皓腕于神浒兮，采湍濑之玄芝。 余情悦其淑美兮，心震荡而不怡。 无良媒以接欢兮，托微波而通辞。 愿诚素之先达，解玉佩而要之。 嗟佳人之信修，羌习礼而明诗。 抗琼珶以和予兮，指前川而为期。 执眷眷之款实兮，惧斯灵之我欺。 感交甫之弃言兮，怅犹豫而狐疑。 收和颜而静志兮，申礼防以自持。 于是洛灵感焉，徙倚彷徨。 神光离合，乍阴乍阳。 竦轻躯以鹤立，若将飞而未翔。 践椒涂之郁烈，步蘅薄而流芳。 超长吟以永慕兮，声哀厉而弥长。 或采明珠，或拾翠羽。 从南湘之二妃，携汉滨之游女。 叹匏瓜之无匹兮，咏牵牛之独处。 扬轻袿之猗靡，翳修袖以延伫。 体迅飞凫，飘忽若神。 凌波微步，罗袜生尘。 动无常则，若危若安。 进止难期，若往若还。 转眄流精，光润玉颜。 含辞未吐，气若幽兰。 华容婀娜，令我忘餐。 于是屏翳收风，川后静波。 冯夷鸣鼓，女娲清歌。 腾文鱼以警乘，鸣玉鸾以偕逝。 六龙俨其齐首，载云车之容裔，鲸鲵踊而夹毂，水禽翔而为卫。 于是越北沚，过南冈，纡素领，回清阳，动朱唇以徐言，陈交接之大纲。 恨人神之道殊兮，怨盛年之莫当。 抗罗袂以掩涕兮，泪流襟之浪浪。 悼良会之永绝兮，哀一世而异乡。 无微情以效爱兮，献江南之明珰。 虽潜处于太阴，常寄心于君王。 忽不悟其所舍，怅神宵而蔽光。 于是背下陵高，足往神留，遗情想象。 顾望怀愁，冀灵体之复形，御轻舟而上溯。 顾长川而忘返，思绵绵而增慕。 夜耿耿而不寐，沾繁霜而至曙。 命仆夫而就驾，吾将归乎东路。 揽騑辔以抗策，怅盘桓而不能去。
英文翻译
The full text of the Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River is as follows: In the third year of the Huangchu reign, I returned to the capital and crossed the Luo River. The ancients said that the spirit of this river is named Fufei. Moved by Song Yu's account of the goddess of Mount Wu, I composed this ode. The text reads: I left the capital and returned to my eastern fiefdom. Passing behind the Que Gate, crossing the Huan Pass, going through the Tong Valley, and climbing Mount Jing. The sun was setting in the west, and my carriage was weary, my horses tired. Then I halted on the fragrant riverbank, fed my steeds in the immortal fields, wandered in the sunny grove, and gazed across the Luo River. Suddenly my spirit was stirred and my thoughts scattered. Looking down, I saw nothing; looking up, I beheld a marvel—a beautiful woman standing by the rocky cliff. I called to my driver and asked: "Do you see that person? Who is she, so stunningly beautiful?" The driver replied: "I have heard that the spirit of the Luo River is named Fufei. Is this perhaps the one you see? What does she look like? I wish to hear." I told him: Her form is as graceful as a startled swan, as lithe as a swimming dragon. She blooms like autumn chrysanthemums, flourishes like spring pines. Vague as the moon veiled by light clouds, drifting like snow whirled by the wind. Seen from afar, she shines like the sun rising over morning clouds; viewed closely, she blazes like a lotus emerging from green waves. Her proportions are perfect, neither too plump nor too slender. Her shoulders are carved like jade, her waist is as smooth as a rolled-up ribbon. Her long neck and elegant throat reveal her luminous purity. No added fragrance, no applied powder. Her cloud-like hair is piled high, her arched eyebrows are delicately curved. Her crimson lips are bright, her white teeth are flawless, her bright eyes are quick to glance, and her dimples grace her cheeks. Her beauty is rare and exquisite, her demeanor calm and graceful, her tenderness full of charm, her words enchanting. Her extraordinary attire is unparalleled, her bone structure matches the ideal. She wears a resplendent silk robe and earrings of jadeite. Golden and jadeite ornaments adorn her head, and pearls gleam on her body. She steps in embroidered traveling shoes, trailing a light gauze skirt. She exudes the faint fragrance of orchids, hesitating at the mountain corner. Then she suddenly moves, playing and roaming. To the left, she leans on a colored banner; to the right, she is shaded by a cassia-flag. She bares her white wrists on the sacred shore and picks dark mushrooms from the rushing rapids. I am delighted by her gentle beauty, my heart stirs with unrest. Without a good matchmaker to convey my joy, I entrust my words to the rippling waves. Wishing to express my sincerity first, I remove my jade pendant as a token. Ah, this beautiful one is truly accomplished, well-versed in rites and poetry. She raises a fine jade to match mine, pointing to the river ahead as our tryst. Holding my earnest sincerity, I fear this spirit might deceive me. Moved by the story of Jiao Fu and the shattered words, I hesitate in doubt. I calm my expression and compose my mind, observing propriety and self-restraint. Then the Luo spirit becomes aware, lingering in hesitation. Her divine light flickers, now bright, now dim. She stands like a crane poised to fly, yet does not take wing. She treads on the fragrant path of pepper, stepping through the orchid thicket, leaving fragrance in her wake. She utters a long chant of eternal longing, her voice mournful and prolonged. Some gather pearls, others pick kingfisher feathers. The two consorts of the Xiang River accompany her, along with the wandering maidens of the Han River. She laments the lone and unmatched melody of the gourd, and the solitary night of the Weaver Girl. She lifts her light sleeves, draping her long robe, and stands still. Her body moves swiftly like a flying duck, ethereal as a spirit. She treads softly on the waves, her silk stockings raising dust. Her movements have no fixed pattern, now precarious, now steady. Her advances and retreats are unpredictable, now coming, now going. Her glances sparkle with radiance, her jade-like face shines. Her words are unspoken, her breath like subtle orchid. Her graceful beauty makes me forget to eat. Then the Wind God calms the gale, and the River God stills the waves. The Water God beats his drum, and Lady Nuwa sings clear songs. The fish leap to warn the chariot, and jade bells tinkle as they depart together. Six dragons align their heads, pulling the cloud-chariot gracefully. Whales leap to flank the wheels, and water birds fly as escorts. Thus, they cross the northern islet and pass the southern hill, turning their white necks and casting clear glances. She parts her red lips to speak slowly, outlining the great principles of our meeting. She laments that the paths of humans and spirits differ, and regrets that in the prime of life, they cannot unite. She raises her silk sleeve to wipe her tears, which stream down, wetting her lapel. She mourns that this good meeting is eternally ended, and grieves that in one lifetime, they are forever parted. Without any token of love, she offers the bright earrings of the south. Though she dwells in the dark depths, she ever longs for the king. Suddenly, I realize she has vanished, and I am left in sorrow as her divine light fades. Then I turn from the heights, my feet move on, but my spirit lingers, lost in reminiscence. I look back with longing, hoping to see her form again, and board a light boat to go upstream. Gazing at the long river, I forget to return, my thoughts endlessly yearning. Restless, I cannot sleep through the night, covered in thick frost until dawn. I order my driver to prepare the carriage, I shall return to the eastern road. Taking the reins and raising the whip, I linger in sorrow, unable to depart.
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