不提防余年值乱离，逼拶得歧路遭穷败。受奔波风尘颜面黑，叹雕残霜雪鬓须白。今日个流落天涯，只留得琵琶在！揣羞脸上长街，又过短街。哪里是高渐离筑悲歌？吓哈倒，倒做了伍子胥吹箫也那乞丐！
| Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath |
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