<p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-size:22px;">摸魚兒?詞窮</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-size:22px;">文/三石</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-size:22px;">圖片/網(wǎng)絡(luò)</b></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">墨池干硯田荒久，苔侵斷碣殘缶。</p><p class="ql-block">鍵屏敲碎三千次，刪盡月痕星竇。</p><p class="ql-block">風(fēng)滿袖，卻難寫出、當(dāng)年渭水垂綸手。枯腸搜透。</p><p class="ql-block">縱借得曹衣，勻來吳帶，畫骨竟難有。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">蒼頡泣，蝌蚪文中尋謬。羲之箋上參皺。</p><p class="ql-block">長繩欲系流光住，偏被啼鵑催促。</p><p class="ql-block">春釀酒，秋煮字、蟻舟空載詩魂瘦。</p><p class="ql-block">硯冰呵久。</p><p class="ql-block">看凍筆橫斜，煙云繚亂，猶似篆香叩。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p> <p class="ql-block">英文版</p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-size:22px;">“Mòyúěr:Wordless”</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-size:22px;">By Sānshí</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">The ink pool is dry,the writing field long barren,with moss encroaching on broken steles and old pots.I’ve hit the keyboard thousands of times,erasing all traces of moonlight and starlight.My sleeves are full of wind,yet I struggle to write like the angler by the Weishui River of old.My mind is exhausted.Even if I borrow the clothes of Cao and the sashes of Wu,I still can’t capture the essence in my writing.</p><p class="ql-block">Cangjie weeps,searching for errors in the ancient .Wang Xizhi’s paper is full of furrowed brows.I try to tie the fleeting time with a long rope,but am urged on by the cuckoo’s cries.In spring,I brew wine;in autumn,I cook words,yet my poetic soul remains thin and empty on the ant-boat.I warm the frozen inkstone for a long time.Watching the slanted frozen brush,the chaotic mist and clouds,it’s as if the incense is knocking on the door.</p>