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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陆导欲第五折，后曰晓起推窗雾未收，荷香一缕引登楼。 青山整罢匆匆去，生怕迟逢物好逑。 次日天未大亮，苏玉便醒了，窗外薄雾缠树，荷香隐隐，他草草整了衣衫，怀揣书签，直奔昨日遇佳人处，道德回廊，见河池浮翠朝露滚圆，心下忐忑，作忆江南。 河池晓，翠盖捧珠圆。 昨夜相思 长夜里，今朝期待立风前，能不负轻言。 第六折，惊逢莲步轻移过曲桥，相逢恰在柳丝摇。 腮红疑是朝霞染，眼亮浑如夜月朝。 笑靥开时花失色，颦眉蹙处雾生消。 欲将心事从头诉，却怕唐突把言抛。 却说那女子名唤晚晴，本是美院学生，昨遗书签，心下亦盼再会。 这日刻意穿了淡紫旗袍，鬓边簪朵茉莉，早早来这池边。 待望见苏玉，心下小鹿乱撞，面上却做从容，莲步轻移。 苏玉见她，忙作揖道，姑娘，昨日拾得晚晴书签，想是姑娘遗落，特来相还。 晚晴抿嘴笑。 公子有心，妾正念着，不想今日便见。 苏玉心跳如鼓，又怕唐突，只把昨日新填鹧鸪天递与他。 柳外河池昨夜风，相逢如梦亦难穷。 书签暗锁三生怨，诗稿轻裁一半红。 思切切，影憧憧，怕教明月笑情浓。 今朝再把卿卿见，愿化莲心映日红。 晚晴独罢，双颊绯红，一回一阕点绛唇。 合卺相逢心波暗共流萤涌。 鬓边相动，恰是情丝种。 欲语还休，怕被东风纵。 眸如钟，把人牵动，愿向莲池拥。 第七折，雨蒙。 骤雨忽倾天地蒙，二人同避小亭中。 山青半透香肩玉，语细频传肺腑中。 雨打芭蕉添别绪，风摇菡萏诉愿为比翼连枝鸟，不怕雷鸣与电攻。 正说间，又起雨，二人躲入小亭，雨幕如帘，苏玉见晚晴衣衫微湿，香肩隐现，忙将自己外套递去。 晚晴含羞接过，苏玉趁机道，自见姑娘，日夜难安。 不知姑娘，晚晴垂首，惬意倾心，只是前路茫茫。 苏玉忙道，纵前路坎坷，有姑娘相伴，吾愿涉万难。 晚晴抬眸，眼中有光。 既如此，妾信公子。 苏玉大喜，冒雨折枝并蒂莲相赠，口占一绝。 骤雨亭中誓共盟，莲开并蒂证深情。 纵然前路风波恶，不负卿卿不负心。 婉情意回诗，与李同亭意已倾。 莲枝相赠梦初成，愿随公子天涯去，笑对霜风雨露冰。 此后，二人常于鹿岛寻幽，诗酒唱和，演绎一段现代版西厢情事，赞暗下不表。
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鹿岛遇第五折，有曰晓起推窗雾未收，荷香一缕引登楼。 青山整罢匆匆去，生怕迟逢遇好逑。 次日天未大亮，苏玉便醒了，窗外薄雾缠树，荷香隐隐，他草草整了衣衫，怀揣书签，直奔昨日遇佳人处，鹿岛回廊，见荷池浮翠朝露滚圆，心下忐忑，作忆江南。 荷池晓，翠盖捧珠圆。 昨夜相思 长夜里，今朝期待立风前，能不负前言。 第六折，惊逢莲步轻移过曲桥，相逢恰在柳丝摇。 腮红疑是朝霞染，眼亮浑如夜月朝。 笑靥开时花失色，颦眉蹙处雾生消。 欲将心事从头诉，却怕唐突把言抛。 却说那女子名唤晚晴，本是美院学生，昨遗书签，心下亦盼再会。 这日刻意穿了淡紫旗袍，鬓边簪朵茉莉，早早来这池边。 待望见苏玉，心下小鹿乱撞，面上却做从容，莲步轻移。 苏玉见她，忙作揖道，姑娘，昨日拾得一枚书签，想是姑娘遗落，特来相还。 晚晴抿嘴笑。 公子有心，妾正念着，不想今日便见。 苏玉心跳如鼓，又怕唐突，只把昨日新填鹧鸪天递与她。 柳外荷池昨夜风，相逢如梦亦难穷。 书签暗锁三生怨，诗稿轻裁一半红。 思切切，影憧憧，怕教明月笑情浓。 今朝再把卿卿见，愿化莲心映日红。 晚晴读罢，双颊绯红，一回一阕点绛唇。 邂逅相逢心波暗共流萤涌。 鬓边香动，恰是情丝种。 欲语还休，怕被东风纵。 眸如泓，把人牵动，愿向莲池拥。 第七折，雨蒙。 骤雨忽倾天地蒙，二人同避小亭中。 山青半透香肩玉，语细频传肺腑中。 雨打芭蕉添别绪，风摇菡萏诉衷情。愿为比翼连枝鸟，不怕雷鸣与电攻。 正说间，又起雨，二人躲入小亭，雨幕如帘，苏玉见晚晴衣衫微湿，香肩隐现，忙将自己外套递去。 晚晴含羞接过，苏玉趁机道，自见姑娘，日夜难安。 不知姑娘，晚晴垂首，妾意倾心，只是前路茫茫。 苏玉忙道，纵前路坎坷，有姑娘相伴，吾愿涉万难。 晚晴抬眸，眼中有光。 既如此，妾信公子。 苏玉大喜，冒雨折枝并蒂莲相赠，口占一绝。 骤雨亭中誓共盟，莲开并蒂证深情。 纵然前路风波恶，不负卿卿不负心。 晚晴意回诗，雨里同亭意已倾。 莲枝相赠梦初成，愿随公子天涯去，笑对霜风雨露冰。 此后，二人常于鹿岛寻幽，诗酒唱和，演绎一段现代版西厢情事，按下不表。
英文翻译
Episode Five: At Deer Island, she writes: "Rising at dawn, I push open the window to find mist still lingering; a wisp of lotus fragrance leads me up the tower. After hastily tidying the green hills, I hurry away, fearing that I might miss meeting my destined one." The next day, before dawn had fully broken, Su Yu woke up. Outside the window, light mist clung to the trees, and the subtle scent of lotus wafted in. He hastily dressed, tucked the bookmark into his bosom, and rushed straight to the spot where he had met the beauty the day before. At the Deer Island corridor, he saw the lotus pond floating with emerald leaves and dewdrops round as pearls, his heart uneasy. He composed a poem, "Recalling Jiangnan": "At dawn by the lotus pond, green leaves hold pearls round. Last night’s longing in the long night, today’s anticipation standing in the wind—may I not betray my former promise." Episode Six: Startled to meet—a lotus step lightly crossing the winding bridge, meeting just as the willow branches sway. Her cheeks blush as if dyed by morning clouds; her eyes bright like the moon at dawn. When her smile blooms, flowers lose color; when her brows knit, mist begins to clear. I wish to pour out my heart from the beginning, yet fear that rash words might be thrown aside. Now, the young lady, named Wanqing, was originally a student at the art academy. She had dropped her bookmark yesterday, and in her heart she also hoped for another meeting. Today, she deliberately wore a light purple cheongsam, pinned a jasmine flower at her temple, and came early to the pond. When she saw Su Yu, her heart thumped like a deer, but she composed herself on the surface, moving with lotus steps. When Su Yu saw her, he quickly bowed and said, "Miss, yesterday I found a bookmark. I believe it belongs to you, so I've come specially to return it." Wanqing pursed her lips and smiled. "You are thoughtful, sir. I was just thinking of it; I didn’t expect to see you today." Su Yu’s heart pounded like a drum, afraid of being rash. He simply handed her the *Zhegutian* poem he had composed yesterday: "Last night’s wind by the willows and lotus pond, meeting like a dream, hard to fully grasp. The bookmark secretly locks in a three-life fate; the poem draft lightly cuts half crimson. Deep in longing, shadows flicker, fearing the bright moon laughs at passion’s depth. Today I see you again—willing to become a lotus heart, shining red in the sun." After reading, Wanqing’s cheeks flushed crimson. In return, she composed a *Dianjiangchun* poem: "By chance we meet—heart waves secretly flow with fireflies. The fragrance stirs at my temple, just as love’s seeds are planted. About to speak, I pause, afraid the east wind might carry it away. My eyes are like a deep pool, pulling at your heart; I wish to embrace you in the lotus pond." Episode Seven: Rain veils the scene. A sudden downpour pours from the sky, blurring heaven and earth; the two take shelter together in a small pavilion. The green hills faintly reveal her jade-like shoulder; soft words pour out from the heart. Rain beats on the plantain, adding parting sorrow; wind sways the lotus, pouring out true feelings. Willing to become a pair of lovebirds with joined wings, unafraid of thunder and lightning. Just as they were talking, it began to rain again. The two took shelter in the small pavilion, the rain curtain like a screen. Su Yu saw that Wanqing’s clothes were slightly wet, her jade shoulder vaguely visible, and quickly handed her his coat. Wanqing accepted it shyly. Su Yu seized the opportunity and said, "Since I saw you, miss, I have been restless day and night. I wonder, miss…" Wanqing lowered her head. "I, too, am drawn to you, sir. But the road ahead is uncertain." Su Yu hurriedly said, "Even if the road ahead is rough, with you by my side, I am willing to face all difficulties." Wanqing lifted her eyes, a light shining in them. "Since you say so, I trust you, sir." Overjoyed, Su Yu braved the rain to break off a twin lotus blossom and presented it to her, reciting a poem: "In the sudden rain in the pavilion, we pledge our vow side by side; the twin lotus blooms bear witness to our deep love. Even if the road ahead is stormy, I will never betray you or my heart." Wanqing returned a poem: "In the rain, sharing the pavilion, our hearts are already stirred. The lotus branch given, the dream just begins. Willing to follow you, sir, across the horizon, smiling at frost, rain, wind, and ice." From then on, the two often sought secluded spots on Deer Island, exchanging poems and wine, enacting a modern version of the *Romance of the Western Chamber*—but that is a story for another time.
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