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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鹭岛三缘记1
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鹿岛森原记第一折，初逢河岸苏玉。 青山落魄客难眠，和气催诗逐浪频。 莫道萍踪无定处，一湖情翠待何人。 却说岭南学子苏玉，毕业未得一职，暂寓厦门。 这日午后，独步南湖公园，见满池荷风翻绿，忽觉前路茫 茫茫赢得此曲，正凭栏怅惘，忽闻身后有女子轻笑。 转手看时，见一姑娘立在紫薇花下，着月白连衣裙，腕间银镯映日，手里拈着半片荷叶。 晚晴偶然过此赏青莲，恰遇诗人赋雅篇。 荷语何须风传递？心湖已起小波澜，女子见他望来，不慌不避，反倒吟了两句。 苏玉脸颊微红，方知自己失了仪态，忙拱手道，在下苏玉，姑娘见笑。 女子回礼。 林晚晴，美院学生。 听公子诗中似有愁绪，这鹿岛风光正好，何不畅怀？正说着，忽有少年郎踏风而来，白衣胜雪，腰间挂着玉佩，见了晚晴便朗笑。 本晴，寻你半日，原来在此。 晴天，寻芳偶至绿杨津，恰见河边两玉人。 既是同莲风物美，何不莲诗共赏春？少年名唤秦晴天，本地世家子，与晚晴相识于画展。 他见苏玉虽衣衫素净，眉宇却有清气便 邀同游，苏玉正愁无言对晚晴，忙应了。 三人沿河池徐行，晴天忽指并蒂莲，以此为题，各赋一绝如何？第二折，莲间斗韵。 晴天，池中双蕊共晨昏，根在污泥不染尘。 愿作同心连理枝，笑看风雨自相亲。 晴天落笔迅捷，诗中 藏着对晚晴的倾慕。 晚晴看罢，指尖轻点纸面。 秦郎诗风俊朗，只是不染尘三字倒像说你自己。 转向苏玉，苏公子也来一首。 苏玉，并蒂花开隔寸波，根丝暗结未敢说。 清风若解怜辛苦，莫教飘零作两科。 苏玉诗成，笔风再起时。 却藏着恳诚。 晚晴读罢，眸中闪过微光，取过纸笔也写一首。 晚晴，一池碧叶护霜花，风过无声影自斜。 何须苦问莲心事，明月终照共根芽。 诗中不偏不倚，似有期许。 晴天抚掌。 好个明月中照共根芽，晚晴才思我二人不及。 苏玉一点头，姑娘胸襟胜我等多矣。 三人谈笑间，暮色渐浓，晴天邀往家中共进晚膳，苏玉正欲推辞，晚晴却道。 苏公子孤身在外，不如同去，我做东谢二位赠诗。 第三者，夜宴风波。 三人至晴天家中，庭院雅致，临池设席。 晴天下厨竟做得一手好菜。 苏玉不善饮，却能品点茶香。 晚晴抚琴，平沙落雁生动四溢。 酒过三巡，晴天取筝弹奏，弦音激音乐，舞蹈，我以筝声为媒，田连连 花一阕，赠晚晴。 晴天，莲恋花，月浸河池风弄柳，水抚冰弦，惹得莲心抖。 欲把深情藏玉皱，怕惊鸥鹭先回首。 且向尊前拼一斗，醉里寻诗，只为芳颜秀。 若得卿卿常伴左右，千 金不换此身盛，词中炙热，满座皆闻。 苏玉指尖微颤，取过竹筷击碗，吟鹧鸪天。 苏玉，鹧鸪天，竹院风清月半斜，筝声撩动客心麻。 千金易得情难买，一饭难忘意自嘉。 思切切意些 歇，怕逢佳境是昙花。 明朝若向街头去，梦里犹寻旧碧纱。 诗中千杯，却藏着不舍。 晚晴执壶添酒，笑吟一绝。 晚晴筝声婉韵各千秋，醉里诗情漫九州。 莫向尊前争胜负，清风原不逐浮 哦。 说罢，将酒分斟，二人杯盏。 秦郎家学渊源，苏公子风骨天成，婉情都尽。 夜深散席，晴天驾车送婉情，苏玉独行月下，见巷口栀子花开，又成一绿。 一路花香伴客行，月光如水浸心经。 他年若 记今宵事，应笑痴人动此情。 第四折，画舫论才。 次日，晴天邀二人游鼓浪屿，乘画舫渡海。 海风拂面，晴天指着远处郑成功雕像。 昔人在此建功立业，我辈当效之。 苏兄可有壮志？苏玉，浪打孤台接远空，英雄遗迹夕阳中。 书生未有安边策，且向涛声学养风。 晴天立马横刀气自雄，江山代代有英雄。 莫叹书生无寸 寸功，笔底波澜亦可风。 二人诗中各见襟怀。 晚晴正临窗作画，将海景入卷，闻言笑道，苏兄诗如潜龙在渊，秦郎诗似猛虎下山，都好。 说着将画递与二人，画上浪涌船摇，却有一双白 白鹭并翅而飞。 晚晴，题画。 沧波万里接云根，画舫轻摇载月魂。 最是鹭鸶知我意，不随鸥鸟各飞翻。 苏玉见画中白鹭，心头一动。 晴天却道，晚晴画中藏着深意，这白鹭 定是成双成对的。 晚晴笑而不答，将画收起。 前面便是梳妆花园，闻有琴展，同去听听。 三人登岸，琴声隐隐。 苏玉石的琴音倒是梅花三弄，晴天却辨出弦上有松风意。 晚晴望着二人，忽觉着鹿岛的风竟比画中更缠绵了。
修正脚本
鹿岛森原记第一折，初逢河岸苏玉。 青山落魄客难眠，和气催诗逐浪频。 莫道萍踪无定处，一湖晴翠待何人。 却说岭南学子苏玉，毕业未得一职，暂寓厦门。 这日午后，独步南湖公园，见满池荷风翻绿，忽觉前路茫茫，漫成此曲，正凭栏怅惘，忽闻身后有女子轻笑。 转手看时，见一姑娘立在紫薇花下，着月白连衣裙，腕间银镯映日，手里拈着半片荷叶。 晚晴偶然过此赏青莲，恰遇诗人赋雅篇。 荷语何须风传递？心湖已起小波澜，女子见他望来，不慌不避，反倒吟了两句。 苏玉脸颊微红，方知自己失了仪态，忙拱手道，在下苏玉，姑娘见笑。 女子回礼。 林晚晴，美院学生。 听公子诗中似有愁绪，这鹿岛风光正好，何不畅怀？正说着，忽有少年郎踏风而来，白衣胜雪，腰间挂着玉佩，见了晚晴便朗笑。 晚晴，寻你半日，原来在此。 晴天，寻芳偶至绿杨津，恰见河边两玉人。 既是同怜风物美，何不联诗共赏春？少年名唤秦晴天，本地世家子，与晚晴相识于画展。 他见苏玉虽衣衫素净，眉宇却有清气，便邀同游，苏玉正愁无言对晚晴，忙应了。 三人沿河池徐行，晴天忽指并蒂莲，以此为题，各赋一绝如何？第二折，莲间斗韵。 晴天，池中双蕊共晨昏，根在污泥不染尘。 愿作同心连理枝，笑看风雨自相亲。 晴天落笔迅捷，诗中藏着对晚晴的倾慕。 晚晴看罢，指尖轻点纸面。 秦郎诗风俊朗，只是不染尘三字倒像说你自己。 转向苏玉，苏公子也来一首。 苏玉，并蒂花开隔寸波，根丝暗结未敢说。 清风若解怜辛苦，莫教飘零作两科。 苏玉诗成，诗中却藏着恳诚。 晚晴读罢，眸中闪过微光，取过纸笔也写一首。 晚晴，一池碧叶护霜花，风过无声影自斜。 何须苦问莲心事，明月终照共根芽。 诗中不偏不倚，似有期许。 晴天抚掌。 好个明月终照共根芽，晚晴才思我二人不及。 苏玉一点头，姑娘胸襟胜我等多矣。 三人谈笑间，暮色渐浓，晴天邀往家中共进晚膳，苏玉正欲推辞，晚晴却道。 苏公子孤身在外，不如同去，我做东谢二位赠诗。 第三折，夜宴风波。 三人至晴天家中，庭院雅致，临池设席。 晴天下厨竟做得一手好菜。 苏玉不善饮，却能品点茶香。 晚晴抚琴，《平沙落雁》生动四溢。 酒过三巡，晴天取筝弹奏，弦音激越，道：我以筝声为媒，填《莲恋花》一阕，赠晚晴。 晴天，莲恋花，月浸河池风弄柳，水抚冰弦，惹得莲心抖。 欲把深情藏玉皱，怕惊鸥鹭先回首。 且向尊前拼一斗，醉里寻诗，只为芳颜秀。 若得卿卿常伴左右，千金不换此情盛，词中炙热，满座皆闻。 苏玉指尖微颤，取过竹筷击碗，吟鹧鸪天。 苏玉，鹧鸪天，竹院风清月半斜，筝声撩动客心麻。 千金易得情难买，一饭难忘意自嘉。 思切切，意难歇，怕逢佳境是昙花。 明朝若向街头去，梦里犹寻旧碧纱。 诗中千回，却藏着不舍。 晚晴执壶添酒，笑吟一绝。 晚晴筝声婉韵各千秋，醉里诗情漫九州。 莫向尊前争胜负，清风原不逐浮沤。 说罢，将酒分斟二人杯盏。 秦郎家学渊源，苏公子风骨天成，情意都尽。 夜深散席，晴天驾车送晚晴，苏玉独行月下，见巷口栀子花开，又成一绝。 一路花香伴客行，月光如水浸心经。 他年若记今宵事，应笑痴人动此情。 第四折，画舫论才。 次日，晴天邀二人游鼓浪屿，乘画舫渡海。 海风拂面，晴天指着远处郑成功雕像。 昔人在此建功立业，我辈当效之。苏兄可有壮志？苏玉，浪打孤台接远空，英雄遗迹夕阳中。 书生未有安边策，且向涛声学养风。 晴天立马横刀气自雄，江山代代有英雄。 莫叹书生无寸功，笔底波澜亦可风。 二人诗中各见襟怀。 晚晴正临窗作画，将海景入卷，闻言笑道，苏兄诗如潜龙在渊，秦郎诗似猛虎下山，都好。 说着将画递与二人，画上浪涌船摇，却有一双白鹭并翅而飞。 晚晴，题画。 沧波万里接云根，画舫轻摇载月魂。 最是鹭鸶知我意，不随鸥鸟各飞翻。 苏玉见画中白鹭，心头一动。 晴天却道，晚晴画中藏着深意，这白鹭定是成双成对的。 晚晴笑而不答，将画收起。 前面便是菽庄花园，闻有琴展，同去听听。 三人登岸，琴声隐隐。 苏玉识得琴音，倒是《梅花三弄》，晴天却辨出弦上有松风意。 晚晴望着二人，忽觉着鹿岛的风竟比画中更缠绵了。
英文翻译
The First Act: First Meeting at the Riverside with Su Yu A downcast wanderer on Green Mountain finds no sleep; Gentle breezes urge verses on, wave after wave. Do not say drifting duckweed has no fixed abode— For whom does this lake’s clear emerald await? It is said that Su Yu, a scholar from Lingnan, graduated without securing a post and lodged temporarily in Xiamen. One afternoon, strolling alone in Nanhu Park, he saw the lotus pond brimming with green, stirred by a sudden sense of the unknown ahead. He composed this tune as he leaned on the railing in melancholy, when he heard a soft laugh behind him. Turning, he saw a young woman standing beneath a crape myrtle, clad in a moon-white dress, a silver bracelet on her wrist catching the sunlight, and a half-mended lotus leaf in her hand. "Wanqing happened by this evening to admire the green lotuses, And chanced upon a poet reciting elegant verses. Why need the lotus words be carried by the wind? A tiny ripple has already stirred in my heart lake." The woman, noticing his gaze, neither flinched nor avoided it, but instead recited two lines. Su Yu’s cheeks flushed slightly, realizing he had lost his composure. He quickly cupped his hands and said, "I am Su Yu. Forgive my rudeness, miss." The woman returned the greeting. "I am Lin Wanqing, a student at the Academy of Fine Arts. Your poem seemed tinged with sorrow. The scenery of Deer Isle is just right—why not open your heart?" Just as she spoke, a young man came bounding over, dressed in white as pure as snow, a jade pendant hanging from his waist. Seeing Wanqing, he laughed heartily. "Wanqing, I’ve been looking for you half the day, and here you are!" "Qingtian, seeking fragrance, I came by chance to Green Willow Ferry, And saw two jade-like people by the river’s edge. Since we both pity the beauty of the scene, Why not link verses together to celebrate spring?" The young man was named Qin Qingtian, the son of a local wealthy family, who had met Wanqing at an art exhibition. Seeing that Su Yu, though simply dressed, had a clear spirit in his brows, he invited him to join their outing. Su Yu, eager not to miss the chance to speak with Wanqing, quickly agreed. The three strolled slowly along the river. Suddenly, Qingtian pointed at a pair of twin lotuses. "How about we each write a quatrain on this theme?" The Second Act: Matching Verses Amid the Lotuses Qingtian: "The twin blossoms in the pond share dawn and dusk, Rooted in mud yet unsullied by earthly dust. I wish to be the linked branch of one heart, Laughing at wind and rain, fond lovers from the start." Qingtian’s writing was swift, his poem hiding an admiration for Wanqing. After reading it, Wanqing tapped the paper with her fingertip. "Brother Qin’s poetic style is bold and handsome, but the phrase 'unsullied by earthly dust' sounds like a description of yourself." Turning to Su Yu, she said, "Brother Su, your turn." Su Yu: "The twin lotus blooms, parted by a span of waves, Their hidden roots secretly tied—words unspoken, I save. If the clear breeze understands the pity of their toil, Let it not scatter them apart on the ocean’s soil." Su Yu’s poem concealed a heartfelt sincerity. Wanqing read it, a flicker of light in her eyes. Taking the brush and paper, she wrote one herself. Wanqing: "A pool of green leaves guards the frost-white flowers, The wind passes soundless, shadows slant in showers. Why need we ask the lotus’s heart with care? The bright moon will shine at last on the root we share." Her poem was impartial, yet seemed to hold a promise. Qingtian clapped his hands. "Well said: 'The bright moon will shine at last on the root we share.' Wanqing, your talent surpasses ours both." Su Yu nodded. "Miss, your breadth of mind far exceeds ours." As they chatted and laughed, dusk deepened. Qingtian invited them to his home for dinner. Su Yu was about to decline, but Wanqing said, "Brother Su is alone in a strange place. Why not come along? I’ll be the host and thank you both for the poems." The Third Act: Turbulence at the Evening Banquet The three arrived at Qingtian’s home, an elegant courtyard with a dining table set by the pond. Qingtian turned out to be an excellent cook. Su Yu was not a good drinker but could savor the fragrance of tea. Wanqing played the zither, her rendition of "Wild Geese Descend on the Sandy Shore" vivid and flowing. After three rounds of wine, Qingtian took up the zheng and played with passionate strings. "I’ll take the sound of the zheng as a medium and compose a lyric to the tune of ‘Lian Lian Hua’ for Wanqing!" Qingtian: "Lian Lian Hua: The moon soaks the river, the wind toys with the willow, The water caresses ice-like strings, stirring the lotus heart to tremble. I would hide deep passion in jade-like wrinkles, But fear to startle the gulls and herons, who first turn back. Let me strive in drinking before the cup, Seeking verses in drunkenness, for the sake of that lovely face. If I could have you always by my side, A thousand gold pieces could not buy this feeling so deep." The passion in his words filled the air. Su Yu’s fingertips trembled slightly. He picked up a pair of chopsticks, tapped a bowl, and chanted a lyric to "Zhe Gu Tian." Su Yu: "Zhe Gu Tian: The bamboo courtyard’s breeze is clear, the moon half-slant, The zheng’s sound stirs the guest’s heart to enchant. A thousand gold is easily got, true love hard to buy, One meal’s grace is well remembered—a joy that won’t die. Thoughts throng deep, feelings find no sleep, I fear this happy meeting is but a flower that blooms and then weeps. If I go out into the street tomorrow, I’ll dream still of the old green gauze of sorrow." The poem turned and twisted, yet hid reluctance. Wanqing poured more wine and recited a quatrain with a smile. Wanqing: "The zheng’s voice and the lyric’s tune each has its own grace, In drunkenness, poetry’s sentiment fills every place. Do not vie for victory before the cup— The clear breeze does not chase the floating froth." With that, she divided the wine equally into their cups. "Brother Qin’s family learning is profound; Brother Su’s natural talent is innate. Both feelings are fully expressed." Late at night, the feast broke up. Qingtian drove to see Wanqing home, while Su Yu walked alone under the moonlight. Seeing gardenias blooming at the alley’s mouth, he composed another quatrain. "Fragrance of flowers accompanies the traveler all the way, Moonlight like water steeps the heart’s sutra day by day. If in future I recall tonight’s affair, I’ll laugh at the fool who stirred this emotion here." The Fourth Act: Debating Talent on the Painted Barge The next day, Qingtian invited them to visit Gulangyu Island. They took a painted barge across the sea. A sea breeze brushed their faces. Qingtian pointed at the statue of Zheng Chenggong in the distance. "Our forebears built their achievements here. We should emulate them. Brother Su, what ambition do you have?" Su Yu: "Waves beat the lonely tower, reaching distant skies, The hero’s relics lie in the setting sun’s eyes. A scholar has no plan to pacify the border; I learn from the tide’s roar to nurture the wind’s order." Qingtian: "Standing with a sword, one’s spirit is naturally proud, Heroes arise in every age from the crowd. Do not sigh that a scholar has no merit to claim— The waves beneath his brush can also stir the world’s fame." The two poems revealed their respective ambitions. Wanqing was by the window, painting the seascape onto a scroll. Hearing them, she laughed and said, "Brother Su’s poem is like a hidden dragon in the deep, Brother Qin’s like a fierce tiger descending the mountain. Both are excellent." She handed the painting to them. On it, waves rolled and the boat rocked, but a pair of white egrets flew wing to wing. Wanqing: "Inscription on the painting: The boundless blue waves touch the base of clouds, The painted barge gently rocks, bearing the moon-spirit’s crowds. Most touching are the egrets, knowing my heart: They do not, like gulls, each fly apart." Su Yu’s heart stirred at the sight of the white egrets in the painting. But Qingtian said, "Wanqing’s painting hides deep meaning. Those egrets are surely a pair." Wanqing smiled without replying, then rolled up the painting. "Ahead is Shuzhuang Garden. I hear there’s a zither exhibition. Let’s go and listen." The three disembarked. The faint sound of a zither reached them. Su Yu recognized the melody—it was "Three Variations on the Plum Blossom." Qingtian, however, detected the pine-wind spirit in the strings. Wanqing watched them both and suddenly felt that the wind of Deer Isle was more lingering than any painting.
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