他落榜了！一千二百年前，榜紙那么大那么長，然而，就是沒有他的名字，啊！竟單單容不下他的名字“張繼”兩個字。
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如果說白天有什么該做的事，對一個讀書人而言，就是讀書吧！夜晚呢？夜晚該睡覺以便養足精神第二天再讀。
然而，今夜是一個憂傷的夜晚。今夜，在異鄉，在江畔，在秋冷雁高的季節，允許一個落魄士子放肆的憂傷。江水，可以無限度地收納古往今來一切不順遂之人的淚水。
這樣的夜晚，殘酷地坐著，親自聽自己的心正被什么東西嚙噬而一分一分消失的聲音，而且眼睜睜地看著自己的生命如勁風中的殘燈，所有的力氣都花在抗拒上了，油快盡了，微火每一剎那都可能熄滅。然而，可恨的是，終其一生，它都不曾華美燦爛過啊！
Tonight, by the river bank in a foreign land, the scholar in dire straits was allowed to give full vent to his sorrow during this cold autumn when wild geese flew high. The river could infinitely swallow the tears of all the unblessed through the ages.
On such a night, sitting there without any sympathy for himself, he was not only listening to the sound of his own heart being eaten away bit by bit, but also watching his own life like an expiring lamp in the strong wind, which spent all its energy in resisting the wind, but the weak flame would die at any moment since the oil was running out.
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