清宵独自坐南楼，
                            合眸，
                            忆征途。
                            骇惊涛，
                            风雨一扁舟。
                            万险千辛都过了，
                            虽抵岸，
                            敢忘忧？
                     
                            此曾历几沉浮，
                            岁空流，
                            愿难酬。
                            书剑无，
                            华发已盈。
                            月朗星稀不寐，
                            挥秃笔，
                            遣闲愁。

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