作者:孟浩然
八月湖水平,涵虚混太清。
气蒸云梦泽,波撼岳阳城。
欲济无舟楫,端居耻圣明。
坐观垂钓者,徒有羡鱼情。
On Dongting Lake
Meng Haoran
The lake in the eighth moon runs high,
Its water blends with azure sky.
Cloud and dream fall into the river;
When its waves rise, the town walls shiver.
There's no boat for me to cross;
To go or not, I'm at a loss.
I watch the angler sitting still
And envy those who fish at will.
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