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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闽海浮城夏木深，孤身出塞客袍尘。 青衿误落蓬蒿里，白甲空嗟骑路贫。 未有安身三尺地，先寻蔽日一园春。 却说岭南学子苏玉，新词详叙。 未得一职，赞誉厦门岛。 这日午后，暑气蒸腾，他漫无目的踱至南湖公园，见绿榕垂然，紫薇绽锦，忽觉茫然，遂吟一绝。 第二折，窥影。 曲径通幽绕碧寻，和风暗送女儿音。 罗裙拂过青石畔，惊 风起流莺渡柳阴，苏玉正倚栏看水，忽闻细碎步声，抬眼处见一女子从柳荫中来，着月白连衣裙，腕间银镯轻晃，手里捻着半朵落荷，眉如远山含黛，眸似秋水横波，他心头一跳，忙低下头，指尖 无意识搅着衣角，又成一律。 萍水相逢未敢言，芳心暗逐彩云翻。 群居若共和风动，魂梦先随蝶影远。 第三折，雨后。 骤雨突来风满林，游人四散各相寻。 回廊一角惊初见，伞底红潮晕两金。 天天公不作美，霎时乌云泼墨，雨珠砸落。 苏玉慌忙避入九曲回廊，却见方才那女子也收了伞进来。 两人相隔不过三尺，他发梢沾着雨珠，鼻尖沁出细汗，见苏玉望他，慌忙转手，耳尖却已泛红。 苏玉喉间发紧，远比在随身肩上提浣溪沙一阕。 雨打芭蕉碎玉声，回廊狭路郁青青，眼波才动已心惊。 半湿罗衣香未减，微垂粉颈语难成，清风偷揭鬓边缨。 女子瞥见肩上字，指尖微动，竟也从坤包里取出纸笔，回了一绝。 雨阻游人 暂坐林，相逢何必问前因。 军师若有三分意，可向河池问水神。 苏玉见字心头如擂鼓，正待再言语却渐歇。 女子道声失陪，拎着裙角匆匆去了，只留一缕若有若无的栀子香缠在回廊柱上。 第四折，寻踪。 雨霁荷池漾碎金，追寻方际过花林。 轻鞋踏遍苔痕路，不见罗敷只鸟吟。 苏玉待要追去，已不见人影。 他沿着湖边寻了半晌，唯见蜻蜓点水，锦鲤唼喋，怅然若失。 又赋一律，咫尺相逢又别离，空留纸上旧题诗。 荷风似解游人意，暗送余香入客衣。 正徘徊间，忽见石凳上遗下一物，是枚银制书签，刻着婉晴二字。 他拾在手中，如获至宝，知是那女子所遗，心下稍安，寻思明日再来寻访。 正是：一笺题破两心痴，雨住风停意未迟。 且把书签藏 秀丽，明朝再向柳边期。
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闽海浮城夏木深，孤身出塞客袍尘。 青衿误落蓬蒿里，白驹空嗟歧路贫。 未有安身三尺地，先寻蔽日一园春。 却说岭南学子苏玉，新到厦门，未得一职，寓居厦门岛。 这日午后，暑气蒸腾，他漫无目的踱至南湖公园，见绿榕垂然，紫薇绽锦，忽觉茫然，遂吟一绝。 第二折，窥影。 曲径通幽绕碧寻，和风暗送女儿音。 罗裙拂过青石畔，惊风起流莺渡柳阴，苏玉正倚栏看水，忽闻细碎步声，抬眼处见一女子从柳荫中来，着月白连衣裙，腕间银镯轻晃，手里捻着半朵落荷，眉如远山含黛，眸似秋水横波，他心头一跳，忙低下头，指尖无意识搅着衣角，又成一律。 萍水相逢未敢言，芳心暗逐彩云翻。 裙裾若共和风动，魂梦先随蝶影远。 第三折，雨后。 骤雨突来风满林，游人四散各相寻。 回廊一角惊初见，伞底红潮晕两心。 天公不作美，霎时乌云泼墨，雨珠砸落。 苏玉慌忙避入九曲回廊，却见方才那女子也收了伞进来。 两人相隔不过三尺，她发梢沾着雨珠，鼻尖沁出细汗，见苏玉望她，慌忙转袖，耳尖却已泛红。 苏玉喉间发紧，便在随身笺上题浣溪沙一阕。 雨打芭蕉碎玉声，回廊狭路郁青青，眼波才动已心惊。 半湿罗衣香未减，微垂粉颈语难成，清风偷揭鬓边缨。 女子瞥见笺上字，指尖微动，竟也从坤包里取出纸笔，回了一绝。 雨阻游人暂坐林，相逢何必问前因。 君子若有三分意，可向荷池问水神。 苏玉见字心头如擂鼓，正待再言语，雨却渐歇。 女子道声失陪，拎着裙角匆匆去了，只留一缕若有若无的栀子香缠在回廊柱上。 第四折，寻踪。 雨霁荷池漾碎金，追寻踪迹过花林。 轻鞋踏遍苔痕路，不见罗敷只鸟吟。 苏玉待要追去，已不见人影。 他沿着湖边寻了半晌，唯见蜻蜓点水，锦鲤唼喋，怅然若失。 又赋一律，咫尺相逢又别离，空留纸上旧题诗。 荷风似解游人意，暗送余香入客衣。 正徘徊间，忽见石凳上遗下一物，是枚银制书签，刻着婉晴二字。 他拾在手中，如获至宝，知是那女子所遗，心下稍安，寻思明日再来寻访。 正是：一笺题破两心痴，雨住风停意未迟。 且把书签藏袖里，明朝再向柳边期。
英文翻译
Amidst Min Sea's floating city, summer trees grow deep, Alone beyond the pass, guest robes in dust they keep. A scholar's garb once lost in weeds so wild, White steed sighs at crossroad's fate, exiled. No three-foot land to settle down in peace, First seek a garden's shade for spring's release. Now Su Yu, a Lingnan scholar, newly arrived in Xiamen, jobless, dwells on Xiamen Island. One afternoon, under sweltering heat, he aimlessly wanders to South Lake Park. Seeing green banyans drooping and crape myrtles blooming like brocade, he suddenly feels lost and recites a quatrain. **Second Act: Gazing at a Shadow** Winding paths lead deep through emerald quest, A gentle breeze sends whispers of a maid's behest. Her silk skirt brushes past the bluestone shore, Startled wind stirs orioles through willow shade, o'er. Su Yu leans on the railing, gazing at the water, when he hears light footsteps. Lifting his eyes, he sees a woman emerge from the willow shade, wearing a moon-white dress, a silver bracelet gently swaying on her wrist, holding half a fallen lotus flower in her hand. Her brows are like distant mountains tinged with indigo, her eyes like autumn waves. His heart skips a beat; he quickly lowers his head, unconsciously fidgeting with the corner of his robe, and composes another verse. Floating chance meeting, no words dare to say, My fragrant heart chases after rainbow clouds in play. If her skirt sways with the gentle breeze so free, My soul first dreams, following butterfly wings, to thee. **Third Act: After the Rain** Sudden storm comes, wind fills the woods, Visitors scatter, each seeks a sheltering nook. At the corner of the winding corridor, first meeting in surprise, Under an umbrella, two hearts blush with rising ties. Heaven does not cooperate; in an instant, dark clouds like ink splash, raindrops crash down. Su Yu hurriedly takes shelter in the Nine-Bend Corridor, only to see that same woman also folding her umbrella and entering. They are separated by no more than three feet; her hair ends glisten with raindrops, fine sweat beads on her nose tip. Catching him staring, she hastily turns her sleeve away, yet her earlobes have already flushed red. Su Yu's throat tightens, and he inscribes a lyric to "Sands of the Washing Stream" on his note. Rain pelts plantains, like jade shattering sound, In the narrow corridor, lush green all around, Her eyes move, my heart leaps, astound. Half-wet silk robe, fragrance still profound, Slightly bowed pink neck, words cannot be found, A gentle wind steals a peek at her brow-bound. The woman catches sight of the words on the paper, her fingers twitch slightly, and she takes out her own paper and brush from her handbag, returning a quatrain. Rain stops travelers, we sit in the woods for a while, Meeting by chance, why ask for roots or style? If you, gentle sir, have three parts of a heart, To the lotus pond, ask the water god, for your part. Seeing these words, Su Yu's heart pounds like a drum. He is about to speak again when the rain gradually ceases. The woman says, "Excuse me," picks up her skirt corner, and hurries away, leaving only a faint, elusive scent of gardenia lingering on the corridor pillar. **Fourth Act: Following the Trail** Rain clears, lotus pond ripples with scattered gold, I trace the tracks through flowering woods, bold. Light shoes tread every path of mossy trace, No fair lady seen, only birds in their place. Su Yu wants to chase after her, but her figure has vanished. He searches along the lakeside for a while, seeing only dragonflies touching the water, golden carp nibbling, feeling lost and disheartened. He composes another verse: Fate meets but then parts, so near yet far, Leaving only old poems on paper, a scar. Lotus wind seems to know the wanderer's heart, Secretly sends lingering fragrance to his clothes, apart. Just as he hesitates, he spots something left on a stone bench—a silver bookmark engraved with the characters "Wan Qing." He picks it up as if finding a treasure, knowing it was left by that woman. His heart eases a bit, and he decides to come back tomorrow to search for her. Indeed: One note inscribed, two hearts are spellbound through, Rain stops, wind stills, but time delays not, anew. I hide this bookmark in my sleeve, hold it tight, Tomorrow by the willow edge, I'll wait for the light.
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