鹊桥仙·自寿二首（其一）

刘辰翁

轻风 澹 dàn 月，年年去路。谁识小年初度。桥边曾弄碧莲花，悄不记、人间今古。

吹箫江上，沾衣微露。依约凌波曾步。寒机何意待人归，但寂历、小窗斜雨。

Immortals at the Magpie Bridge (I)

Liu Chenweng

The gentle breeze caresses the moon clear

On the way I used to go from year to year.

Who knows I’ve just passed my birthday?

Beside the bridge with lotus blooms once I did play,

Forgetting what day passed in vain.

I played the flute at dawn on the river,

My gown wet with dew would shiver.

I seemed to see fairy steps over all,

While my wife was waiting by window small,

Listening to the slanting rain.

风儿轻缓缠绵，月色温婉浅淡，又到了年尾辞旧迎新的日子，可谁还会记得，每年的小年就是我的生日呢？曾在桥边抚弄过美丽的碧莲花，早就忘记了今昔是何年，生日的事自然也就不会放在心上了。

泛舟江上，我情不自禁地吹起了一管洞箫，任由细微的露珠沾湿我华美的衣裳，却是无语话伤感。隐约间，有女子步履轻盈地缓缓向我走来，莫不是那踏波而上的江妃？

此时此刻，家中的贤妻正守在冰冷的织布机旁，满怀深意地等候着我的归来，我又怎好辜负于她？想当初，妻子日夜操劳，一直鼓励支持我的学业，我也才能取得一点点功名，可而今，她却只能孤身一人，守在一片岑寂中，倾耳聆听那细雨敲打小窗的声音，怎不让我唏嘘惆怅？