端午赋诗寄远友
屈子飘零赋楚诗,
从来宋玉有微辞!
胡风不见封一李,
楚雨惟闻贾傅悲!
自古人忧尧舜事,
冯唐易老却难知!
千金纵买诗仙酒,
万古愁消酒几杯?
陶令奇文空晓世,
桃花日后不能窥!
洞庭波涌残舟梦,
杜圣合当有所思!
夜半青灯因梦断,
潇湘风雨细如丝。
前朝历览家与国,
只得书生一叹之!
Generations of men are like the leaves.
In winter, winds blow them down to earth,
but then, when spring season comes again,
the budding wood grows more. And so with men—
one generation grows, another dies away.