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[詩詞歌賦] 三首詩，句句通透清醒，讓人走出內耗

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三首詩，句句通透清醒，讓人走出內耗

大道知行 2025-09-17 08:35

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《臨江仙·送錢穆父》

【宋】蘇轼

一別都門三改火，天涯踏盡紅塵。

依然一笑作春溫。無波真古井，有節是秋筠。

惆怅孤帆連夜發，送行淡月微雲。

尊前不用翠眉颦。人生如逆旅，我亦是行人。

人生就像是一場漫長而充滿變數的旅程，每個人都是這場旅程中的過客，無法預知前方的道路，也無法停留太久。

我們留不住沿途的風景，卻能選擇以何種心境走過：是糾結于失去的過去，還是期待下一站的晨光，皆由自己決定。

所谓“行人”，不是被动赶路，而是带着取舍与熱爱，在未知里寻得属于自己的节奏。

待行至路的盡頭回望，重要的從不是走了多遠，而是每一步是否走得坦蕩、走得自在。

02

《蔽月山房》

【明】王陽明

山近月遠覺月小，便道此山大于月。

若有人眼大如天，當見山高月更闊。

生活的答案，藏在你選擇仰望高山，還是守望明月的那一刻。

只盯著眼前的山，便會困在“山比月大”的執念裏；若能擡眼望穿天際，才懂山的巍峨與月的遼闊本可同觀。

人生許多困頓，不是世界太小，而是心太窄。

你把目光鎖在腳下的坎坷，坎坷便成了全部；你把胸懷投向遠方的星河，星河自會照亮前路。

所謂通透，從不是看清眼前的“山”，而是放寬眼界，看見山外有月，月外有天。

03

《絕句漫興九首（其四）》

【唐】杜甫

二月已破三月來，漸老逢春能幾回。

莫思身外無窮事，且盡生前有限杯。

我們總以爲來日方長，卻忘了時光最是有限。一再蹉跎、自尋枷鎖，就會錯過眼前的美好。

在有限的生命裏，清醒地去珍惜當下。把糾結未來的心思，分給此刻的三餐四季；把焦慮得失的精力，用來感受身邊的煙火日常。

不必等萬事俱備才享受生活。人生沒有標准答案，能抓住的此刻，就是最真實的幸福。

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"Do you say that Sherman has extra tunnels, too, to put in whenever one is needed?" asked Harry, with opening eyes. "You bob-tailed brevet West Pointer," said Shorty savagely, raising his fist, "I've a notion to break you in two for tryin' to beat me out o' what's mine. Git out o' here, or I'll—" Fruyling's World The song was necessary, and his voice, carrying over the sounds that filtered through to him, was clear and strong. The Quarter Sessions were held early in December, and Robert's case came wedged between the too hopeful finances of a journeyman butcher and the woes of a farmer from Guldeford who had tried to drown himself and his little boy off the Midrips. Robert was sentenced to three years' imprisonment. "Of course it is—and the very best silk too. I'll put it on. Please undo my dress." Her look of surprise and adoration was his reward. Pete fetched some soup from the larder and heated it up to a tepid condition; he also produced bread and cold bacon, which the prodigal could not touch. Albert sat hunched up by the fire, coughing and shivering. He had not altered much since he left Odiam; he was thin and hectic, and had an unshaved look about him, also there were a few grey streaks in his hair—otherwise he was the same. His manner was the same too, though his voice had changed completely, and he had lost his Sussex accent. "If I could only see a parson," sobbed Albert at last. "Sacrilege!" shouted he—"sacrilege! Take them, dead or alive!" It was to little purpose that Richard expostulated; the fair Joan was resolved to share in whatever perils might befal her son. 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