繁星点点，心绪绵绵，
云里圈圈，梢影潇潇；
余韵熙熙，浮光浅浅，
风吹帘半，雨落檐边。
平心淡喜，能撑几宵，
回首轻瞄，颊映浅涡；
笑语呢喃，旧梦归巢，
雪融旬日，寒意入骨。
恩情菲薄，只为独韶，
零星灯火，余光尚流；
物是人非，余生几何，
今朝不看，更待何时。
Category: Poetry
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浮光未尽
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万物赴良宵
月影潇潇拂柳丝，
池波袅袅衬青莲；
冷庭渐暖生喧意，
昙花也来凑良宵。
秋蝉欲作四时兽，
金蟾也向月中游；
万鲤成群织绚图，
疑是天上落人间。
静风仰止观奇景，
檀木忽展一庭香；
叶尖缓缓淌清露，
良人畅饮月中浆。
子曰诗愁披新褂，
只为良辰叹太短；
此生若得逢一回，
更待何时不言欢？Dian Xiwei
2026年9月16日 -
The Years Left to My Pen, The World Within My Ink
I once believed my pen could hold the sky, And dreamed of writing all the human world.
Each line I wrote would seep into the heart; Each stroke I cut could tear the soul apart.
Ink fell on paper, spreading like my tears— This pen has traced both sorrow and delight.
I wished that every word might kindle light, Yet words fell short while meaning lingered on.
The wind across my pen distilled farewell; Beyond the parting clouds, I wait for dawn.
I’d rather spend my remaining years against the wind Than bow my head before a life of sorrow.
How many years are granted to a life? Why let each step be burdened by its pain?
I’ll gather frost and snow beneath my brow, And with a quiet smile, watch the setting sun.