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《司馬徽再薦名士，劉玄德三顧草廬 - Sima Hui Recommends A Scholar To Liu Bei; Liu Bei Pays Three Visits To The Sleeping Dragon Ridge》 |
| 20 | 司馬徽再... : | 玄德聞歌曰：「此真臥龍矣！」滾鞍下馬，向前施禮曰：「先生冒寒不易！劉備等候久矣！」那人慌忙下驢答禮。諸葛均在後曰：「此非臥龍家兄，乃家兄岳父黃承彥也。」玄德曰：「適間所吟之句，極其高妙。」承彥曰：「老夫在小婿家觀〈梁父吟〉，記得這一篇；適過小橋，偶見籬落間梅花，故感而誦之。不期為尊客所聞。」玄德曰：「曾見賢婿否？」承彥曰：「便是老夫也來看他。」玄德聞言，辭別承彥，上馬而歸。正值風雪又大，回望臥龍岡，悒怏不已。後人有詩單道玄德風雪訪孔明。詩曰： |
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"Here at last is Sleeping Dragon," thought Liu Bei, hastily slipping out of the saddle. He saluted the donkey rider as he neared and said, "Master, it is hard to make way against this cold wind. I and my companions have been waiting long." The rider got off his donkey and returned the bow, while Zhuge Jun from behind said, "This is not my brother. It is his father-in-law Huang Chenyan." Liu Bei said, "I chanced to hear the song you were singing. It is very beautiful." Huang Chenyan replied, "It is a little poem I read in my son in-law's house, and I recalled it as I crossed the bridge and saw the plum trees in the hedge. And so it happened to catch your ear, Noble Sir." "Have you seen your son-in-law lately?" asked Liu Bei. "That is just what I have come to do now." At this Liu Bei bade him farewell and went on his way. The storm was very grievous to bear, but worse than the storm was the grief in his heart as he looked back at Sleeping Dragon Ridge. | |
| 一天風雪訪賢良，不遇空回意感傷。凍合溪橋山石滑，寒侵鞍馬路途長。當頭片片梨花落，撲面紛紛柳絮狂。回首停鞭遙望處，爛銀堆滿臥龍岡。 | ||
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One winter's day through snow and wind A prince rode forth the sage to find; Alas! His journey was in vain, And sadly turned he home again. The stream stood still beneath the bridge A sheet of ice draped rock and ridge, His steed benumbed with biting cold But crawled as he were stiff and old. The snowflakes on the rider's head Were like pear-blossoms newly shed, Or like the willow-catkins light They brushed his cheek in headlong flight. He stayed his steed, he looked around, The snow lay thick on tree and mound, The Sleeping Dragon Ridge lay white A hill of silver, glistening bright. |
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