一忽破巴丘梦,还寻邵阳路。建炎四年正月初,云翳低垂,偶尔几颗豆大的雨滴打在破烂的衣衫上,连日的舟车劳顿,雨水洗去了浑身的灰尘。行李无几,在逃亡的路上消耗殆尽,内心荒凉,眉头郁结,髭须上清寒一片,陈与义先生奔袭在前往邵阳的驿路上。远离兵荒马乱,举目处皆寒山瘦水,村子寥落,唯有不时的几声爆竹刺破天地之间无边的沉寂。一只小灰雀从身边的田垄侧身而起,闪过一丘丘水田,一下拉远先生的目光。过岳阳,经衡阳而来,行行 A suddenly break Baqiu dream, but also find Shaoyang Road. Jianyan four years early January, the cloud drooping, and occasionally hit a few beans big raindrops on the tattered clothes, even the days of the law and order, the rain washed away the whole body of dust. Baggage on the runaway road exhausted, desolate, brow Yujie, mustache on a chilly, Chen and Yoshi raided the post on the way to Shaoyang. Away from the chaotic horse chaos, cited everywhere are cold mountains and rivers, the village sparse, only a few times from time to time the firecracker pierced the boundless silence between heaven and earth. A small gray-eared bird from the side of the ridge sideways, flashing a Qiuqiu paddy fields, look away Mr. eyes. Yueyang, by the Hengyang, line