行至朝雾里，坠入暮云间，与星辉一同为你沉迷。
Walk into the fog, fall into the evening clouds, and be addicted to you with the stars.
你总说那年桃花开的惊艳，在我眼里倒也不及你的一眼万年。
You always said that the peach blossoms that year was amazing, but in my eyes it was not as good as yours.
你归来是诗，离去成词，且笑风尘不敢造次。我糟糠能食，粗衣也认，煮酒话桑不敢相思。
You come back as a poem, leave to be a poem, and laugh at the dust, dare not make a mistake. I can eat the chaff and wear coarse clothes. I don dare to think about love when I cook wine.
研墨铺纸，静思诗句，斟酌提笔，惊觉，句句情诗都是你。
Studying ink and spreading paper, meditating on poems, carefully picking up pens, being surprised, every line of love poems are all you.
这世间青山灼灼，星光沓沓，秋风渐渐，晚风慢慢，都抵不过先生眉间星辰。
In this world, the green hills are scorching, the stars are shining, the autumn breeze is gradually, and the evening breeze is slowly, and they can reach the stars in the eyebrows of you.
少年你鲜衣怒马，漂泊摆渡，饮一杯离家酒。
暮年你泪眼婆娑，步履蹒跚，熬一碗归乡汤。
You are a young man with fresh clothes and a strong horse, drifting and ferrying, drinking a glass of wine away from home.
In the twilight years, you wandered with tears and faltered, making a bowl of homecoming soup.
山中若有眠，枕的是月，盖的是满天星辰。
夜中若渴，饮的是银瓶泻浆。
月不曾瘦，瘦的是辗转反侧的情思。
星不曾灭，灭的是阑珊灯火。
一片寂静，不该独醒。
——简媜《只缘身在此山中》
If there is sleep in the mountains, the moon is resting on its head and the sky is covered with stars.
If you are thirsty at night, you drink silver bottle diarrhea.
The moon has never been thin, and what is thin is the feeling of tossing and turning.
The star never goes out, what goes out is the dim light.
There was silence, and one should not wake up alone.
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