作者：孟浩然
北阙休上，南山归敝庐。
不才明主弃，多病故人疏。
白发催年老，青阳逼岁除。
永怀愁不寐，松月夜窗虚。
Return to the Southern Hill by the End of the Year
Meng Haoran
Don't write to North Imperial Court,
Go back to humble Southern cot!
Forsaken, of talent I'm short,
A poor sick man friends frequent not.
My white hair hasten my old age;
Bright spring days press the parting year.
Grief turns another sleepless page,
Into my room moon and pine peer.
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