<p class="ql-block">美篇号 7435657</p><p class="ql-block">配图：AI 生成和自拍</p> <p class="ql-block">西江月·端午</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">艾草菖蒲垂户，霏霏细雨端阳。</p><p class="ql-block">闲烹浊酒泥壶忙，眼底瓷纹微漾。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">犹忆前春旧事，幼狸久作猫娘。</p><p class="ql-block">空山可尚翠苍茫，叶底莺声浅唱。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">The Moon over the West River · The Dragon Boat Festival</p><p class="ql-block">by Xiao Dili</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Mugwort and calamus drape the doorway;</p><p class="ql-block">fine rain drizzles on the Duanyang day.</p><p class="ql-block">Idly I warm cloudy wine—the little clay pot hard at work;</p><p class="ql-block">before my eyes, the porcelain’s crackled glaze faintly ripples.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">I recall the old days of that spring—</p><p class="ql-block">the tabby kitten is long since a mother now.</p><p class="ql-block">The lonely mountains far away—are they emerald still, vast and hazy?</p><p class="ql-block">Beneath the leaves, an oriole softly sings.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Duanwu (Dragon Boat Festival), 2026</p> <p class="ql-block">西江月·观英伦博主游沪</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">客渡神州掠影，梧栖沪畔经年。</p><p class="ql-block">星芒错落绕琼滩，飞抵银河霜岸。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">碧水萦濡青板，膏腴秋蟹平田。</p><p class="ql-block">故乡万里是桃源，一晌巴山水远。</p><p class="ql-block">2026.06.01</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">The Moon Over The West River · Watching a British Blogger Visit Shanghai</p><p class="ql-block">Xiao Dili</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Guest crossing China, glimpses only —</p><p class="ql-block">Plane trees wintered years on Shanghai’s shore.</p><p class="ql-block">Starlight scattered, jade shore gleaming,</p><p class="ql-block">Alighting on the Milky Way’s frost bank.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Blue-green water winds the stone-paved lanes,</p><p class="ql-block">Autumn crabs rich from the delta fields.</p><p class="ql-block">Ten thousand miles — hometown, my paradise,</p><p class="ql-block">One moment: Bashan mountain, waters far away.</p> <p class="ql-block">西江月·观梵高展</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">麦穗凝蓝夏莽，星涡淹没村乡。</p><p class="ql-block">孤葵不藉土膏香，幽卉折枝犹放。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">眼底徊川涌浪，毫端旋染青黄。</p><p class="ql-block">大千万象总含殇，残墨云天怅惘。</p><p class="ql-block">2026.6.9</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">The Moon over The West River · Viewing Van Gogh’s Exhibition</p><p class="ql-block">Xiao Dili</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Wheat painted summer wildness blue,</p><p class="ql-block">Star-vortex swallows village and open land.</p><p class="ql-block">Lone sunflowers, borrowing nothing from the soil;</p><p class="ql-block">Irises broken-stemmed, yet still in bloom.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Rivers turn and surge at the bottom of his eyes,</p><p class="ql-block">Blue and yellow spiral from the brush’s tip.</p><p class="ql-block">All living things carry hidden grief —</p><p class="ql-block">Remaining ink: sky, cloud, unending melancholy.</p> <p class="ql-block">西江月·马蒂斯的女人</p><p class="ql-block">小地梨</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">不缀红花绿叶，钟怜怒马鲜衣。</p><p class="ql-block">赭墙紫靥丽人痴，淡抹横姿斜倚。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">四季阴晴莫顾，澄光众色清啼。</p><p class="ql-block">含颦一笑自生奇，淡去青蓝似洗。</p><p class="ql-block">2026.06.14</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">The Moon over The West River · Matisse’s Woman</p><p class="ql-block">Xiao Dili</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Wears no green leaves, no red blossom,</p><p class="ql-block">Only the untamed, the vivid, adored.</p><p class="ql-block">Against ochre walls, violet cheeks — a woman indulging,</p><p class="ql-block">Lightly touched up, she leans in languid pose.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Four seasons, sun and shadow, unheeded,</p><p class="ql-block">Clear light, a thousand colors, singing clear.</p><p class="ql-block">A half-frown, a smile — wonder born of itself,</p><p class="ql-block">All faded into blue hues as washed.</p>