瑞鹤仙·渔家
郑燮
风波江上起，
系扁舟绿杨，
红杏村里。
羡渔娘风味，
总不施脂粉，
略加梳洗。
野花插髻，
便胜似宝钗香珥。
乍呼郎撒网鸣榔，
一棹水天无际。
美利，
蒲筐包蟹，
竹笼装虾，
柳条穿鲤。
市城不远，
朝日去，
午归矣。
并携来一瓮谁家美酝，
人与沙鸥同醉。
卧苇花一片茫茫，
夕阳千里。
Tune: Jui-ho hsien
(An Immortal on an Auspicious Crane)
Title: The Fisherman
When wind and waves rise upon the river,
They tie the little boat to a green willow tree,
In the village of red apricot blossoms.
How I envy the fisherwoman’s air:
She uses no rouge or powder,
Only occasionally works her hair.
A wild flower on her bun
Surpasses any jeweled earring or hairpin.
Suddenly she calls her man to toss the net, sound the rattle,
And they row the boundless river-sky.
The profit’s good.
Rush bags encase their crabs,
Bamboo baskets hold their shrimp,
And willow strands string their carp.
The city’s not far away:
Go there in the morning,
Be back at noon.
They bring along a vast of someone’s fine brew:
Men and gulls get drunk together,
Lying among blossoming reeds, a vast stretch of white,
And miles and miles of setting sun.
（Jan and Yvonne Walls 译）
