【一斛珠】春风戮
青丝如瀑，芙蓉出水凝香玉。
掌中纤细蛮腰覆。桂芷嫦娥，月下思凡陆。
弱水三千瓢未足。童心怎抵尘霜戮？
杏桃只为春风熟。白发萧郎，手抖燃灯烛。
Her hair cascades, a night's delight in joy's sweet flight; angelic gaze, lotus face, in moonlit jade she's dight. Two hands embrace her waist, slender and slight; beneath the moon's glow, a fairy takes flight.
The ancients cautioned, Buddha's spring, a ladle's share is right; yet, faced with allure, desire's fire refuses to be polite. How can one spoonful quell an appetite so bright?
Now, youth's dreams frozen by time's chilling plight; innocent fantasies left behind, pain echoes in the storm's rhythmic might. Young beauties seek the touch of youthful might, like peaches and plums yearn for the spring's gentle light. Once a romantic youth, now gray-haired and sage; years have made my hands tremble, even a candle's flame engage.
