第1个回答 2012-06-13
细草微风岸，危樯独夜舟。星垂平野阔，月涌大江流。名岂文章著？官应老病休！飘飘何所似？天地一沙鸥 light wind is rippling at the grassy shore. Through the night, to my motionless tall mast, The stars lean down from open space, and the moon comes running up the river. If only my art might bring me fame? And free my sick old age from office. Flitting, flitting, what am I like? But a sand-snipe in the wide, wide world