Late in the fall, a light rain sprinkles the garden. The chrysanthemums on the threshold are rusty, and the wells and wattles are in disarray, causing residual smoke. I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it. The clouds are dimmed by the setting sun. I was so sad at that time, Song Yu, that I was facing the water and climbing up the mountain. The long way to go, pedestrians miserable, tired of listening to the Longshui gurgling. Cicadas are chanting the leaves, grasshoppers ringing the grass, according to the clamor. The days are like years in the lonely hall. The wind and dew are gradually changing, quietly to the end of the night. The sky is clear, the Jiang River is shallow, and the moon is beautiful. The moonlight is so beautiful that I can't stop thinking about it. The night is everlasting, and I can't help but think of the old days. I've never had a name or a job, and I've never been to a red building, and I've never been to a red building, and I've never been to a red building. The scenery of Dili is good, and in those days, there were fewer days, and the evening feasts and the morning joys. In addition, there are crazy friends and odd couples, when the song, wine competition to stay. Farewell to the rapid scene like a shuttle, the old tour like a dream, smoke and water journey is not limited. Thinking of fame and fortune, long haggard trips. I am looking back to the past, and I am saddened by the emptiness of the past. The arrow is moving and I feel a slight chill. The sound of the paintings and the horns of the paintings are all but gone. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Liu Yong
"Qing Ping Le" by Li Qingzhao
Year after year, in the snow, I used to get drunk on plum blossoms. It's not a good idea to come up with a new one, but it's a good idea to get a full coat of tears. This year, the sea corner and the end of the world, Xiaoxiao sideburns are growing Chinese. I'd like to see the wind in the evening, so it's hard to see the plum blossoms.
"Jiangchengzi" Su Shi
Ten years of life and death, not to think about it, since unforgettable. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to find it. Even if we meet each other, we should not recognize each other, but our faces are full of dust, and our temples are like frost.
The night came to a dream and suddenly returned home, the small window, is combing makeup. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at you. I'm sure I'll be able to break my heart every year, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it on the night of the moon.
"Rain Lin Bells" by Liu Yong (Song)
The cicadas are in a state of mourning. The night of the Long Pavilion, the first break in the rain.
It's a long time since I've had the pleasure of drinking in the tent of the capital, but I'm still in love with the place where the boat was launched.
They are the first to be able to see each other's eyes, and they have no words to choke on.
It is a good idea to go to a place where there is a lot of smoke and mist, and where there is a lot of mist in the evening and a lot of sky.
They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Where are you going to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the moon.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time, and I've never seen her in the world.
There are a lot of things that you can do to make your life easier, but there are a lot of things that you can do to make your life easier.
Guan Yun Shi 7 songs
Nan Lu. The Golden Character Sutra. The Love of a Lady"
Kan Yunshi
The moth-eyebrow can cherish itself, and the tears of parting are like pouring out
Don't sing the fourth voice of Yangguan, the love of a lady, and wake up from the night's deep sorrows
People are lonely, and it's three nights in the moon in Xiaoxiao
"The Wind of the Falling Plum". The Wind of Falling Plums" by Kan Yunshi
New Verses: The Turbid Wine Jug The Wild Man Doesn't Know Where Spring Has Gone
The Family Boy Fishing by the Willow Taking Advantage of the Remains of the Red River Filled with Gulls and Herons
The Middle Lü. Red Embroidered Shoes. The Love of a Lady's Chamber" by Kan Yunshi
Sitting next to each other at the cloudy window
Snuggling up to the moon pillow, we sing together
Listening to and counting our sorrows, we are afraid that the fourth night has passed in the early hours of the day
The fourth night has passed before the love of the day is enough, and the night is as quick as a shuttle
Goodness, what is the harm in having one more night in a lady's chamber
"Happiness in front of the Palace". Cross Yunshi
The spring breeze is everywhere
The embrace of the moment is all helpless, always open to the sky
The return of Yuanming is afraid of the cranes complaining about the strange mountain fowls
Asked for the fame and fortune of the people, the acid fast is me, and I am the acid fast
"The joys of the temple. Drunken Me" by Kan Yunshi
Fear of the West Wind blowing up to the Palace of Guanghan at night
The Jade Terrace does not let go of the dream of a fragrant trousseau, but is in need of a strong love
This time, the heart of creation is the same as the heart of a person listening to the neon dresses
After the wine is delivered by the Yellow Crane, the Mountain Bird is drunken with me, and I am drunken with the Mountain Bird
"The Water Nymphs. A Field House"
Kan Yunshi
There are two or three thatched cottages in a green shade, and a stream flowing behind the courtyard, with a mountain outside the door
The peaches and apricots are blooming infinitely, and I am afraid that springtime will pass by in vain
It is a pleasure to have half a day's leisure, and I invite my neighbor's man to be my companion
I have made the houseboys pass a cup of tea and eaten dry from the old tiled pots
"Xiaoliangzhou: Autumn". Autumn" by Kan Yunshi
The hibiscus reflecting the water and the yellow chrysanthemums are filled with the light of autumn
The heron hiding under the withered lotus leaves and the golden wind swinging
The fragrance of the osmanthus branches floating on the banks of the Leifeng Pagoda
Seeing the Yangtze River in Qiantang, the lake is clear, and the river tides are rippling
The slanting moon in the sky with the geese in two or three rows
6 Songs by Liu Zhi
"The Geese Fall and Bring the Winning Decree" by Liu Zhi. Liu Zhi's "Farewell"
The wind and the swallow warbler, the sun, the peach and apricot, the Yangtze River, a line of flatness
The evening rain, the thousands of hills, the quietness of the wine to send the king to go, the broken willows to tie up the feelings of separation
Dreaming of Liangwan, the time of the flower, farewell to the Weicheng, the Long Pavilion, the people at hand, the loneliness of the people
Worrying about listening to the fourth voice of the Yangguan
Shanbo sheep. Liu Zhi (刘 致)
云山有意 轩裳无计
被西风吹断功名泪 去来兮
便休提 青山尽解招人醉
得失到头皆物理 得 他命里
失 咱命里
《山坡羊。 The Drunken Song of West Lake in the Rhyme of Guo Qingzhen" by Liu Zhi
The Qiong Trees in the Morning, the Vermilion House in Every Home
Proudly Hissing over the Road in Front of the Wine Tower How is Noble
How is Lowly
The Six Bridges are the Imaginary Place of Traveling
Flower Falls into the Deep Yard of the Water Stream Idle, the Sky is Fixed to Permit
Busy, the People Taking It All by Themselves
The Nanlv. Four Jades. Liu Zhi (劉 致)
泛彩舟 携红袖 一曲新声按伊州
樽前更有忘機友∶波上鸥 花底鸠
湖畔柳
《折桂令。 The "Farewell" Liu Zhi
The Eastern Mountains look up to Xie An, the Autumn Waters think of Zhang Han
Changsha Qu Jia Yi, the sunset sadness of Wang Ch'ung
Sitting on the first remnants of the wine, the lamp under the sword empty play
Ma Yuan marked the copper pillar, and Ban Chao pointed to the Jade Pass, and looked away
Bright Moon on the Banks of Ch'ien Tong, the mountains between the clouds, the mountains are more mountainous
Tian Jingsha [in the tune of Yue], Autumn Thoughts
The withered vine and the old trees are dimly lit by the crows, and the homes are full of water under the small bridges and streams. The old roads and the west winds are thinning the horses. The sun is setting in the west, and the broken hearted people are at the end of the world.
[Nanlü] Four Jades on the Road to Tiantai
The boy who picks herbs and the guest who rides on the luan, complains about Liu Lang's descent to Tiantai. The spring breeze has come again, where is he? The peach blossoms are not in bloom again. The poor scholar with a thin life, who asked you to come back.
[Nanlü] Four pieces of jade Xunyang River
Sending off guests, the autumn river order, the lute of the businesswoman broken heart sound. You can know that Sima and the sadness to listen. The moon is bright again, the wine is awake again. The guest woke up.
[Nanlü] Four Jades Mawei Slope
Sleeping begonias, spring and evening, I can not wait to see in the palm of the Emperor Ming. The neon dress is the chaos of the Central Plains. If it wasn't for this jade ring, it would have caused Lushan, how would I have known that the road to Shu is difficult?
[Nanlü] Four Jades, Wushan Temple
The evening rain is welcomed, the morning clouds are sent, the evening rain and the morning clouds go without a trace. The king of Xiang said that the balcony dreamed. The clouds are empty, the rain is also empty, how can I endure the twelve peaks?
[Yue tune] Qingjiang quotes Wild Xing
Dongli is the master of the moon and wind, and the garden is interesting in the evening. A pillow of gourd frame, a few rows of poplar trees. It's a place for children to live and work.
[Yue tune] Night Boat Autumn Thoughts
Hundreds of years of time, a dream butterfly, looking back at the past can be contempt. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in the future. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.
Li Bai's poem:
"Drinking Alone Under the Moon"
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without relatives.
Raising a glass to invite the moon, and making a trio of shadows.
The moon does not know how to drink, but the shadow follows me.
The moon and the shadows will be with me for a while, but I will not be able to enjoy myself until spring.
I sing the moon's song, I dance the shadows.
When I wake up, we have fun together, but when I get drunk, we are scattered.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world, and I'm sure we'll meet again soon.
The Moon in Guanshan Mountain
The moon is out of the sky, between the clouds and the sea.
The long wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, blowing through the Jade Gate Pass.
Han went down the Baideng Road, and Hu peeped into the Green Bay.
By the time of the war, there was no one to return.
The garrison looked at the border color, thinking of returning to the bitter face.
This is the night when the tallest building is built, and the sighs should not be idle.
The Wine of the General
Don't you see that the waters of the Yellow River come from the sky and never return to the sea?
Don't you see the sad gray hair in the mirror?
Life is a joyful life, don't make the golden bottle empty to the moon.
Being born to be useful, a thousand pieces of gold are scattered and come back again.
Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is a pleasure, and I will drink 300 cups in one go.
Cen Fu Zi, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, the cup will not stop.
Sing a song with you, please listen for me.
Bells and drums are not precious enough, but I wish to be drunk for a long time without waking up.
All the sages and sages of the past are lonely, but only the drinkers keep their names.
The king of Chen used to feast in Pingle, and he drank ten thousand cups of wine.
Why did the host say that he had little money to spend?
This is the first time I've ever seen a horse with five flowers and a thousand furs, and I'm sure I'll be able to change it into a fine wine, so I'll be able to share the sorrows with you.
2. Untitled" Tang Li Shangyin
It is hard to say goodbye when you see each other, and the east wind does not have the power to destroy the hundred flowers.
The silk worm is not exhausted until it dies, and the wax torch turns into ashes and the tears begin to dry up.
The mirror in the morning, but worried about the cloud sideburns change, night chanting should feel the moonlight cold.
There are no more roads to Pengshan, and the green birds are eager to visit.
3. "Stone City"
Tang Liu Yuxi
The mountains surrounded the old country, and the tide beat the empty city back to loneliness.
The old moon on the east side of the Huai Shui is still passing through the female wall at night
Song lyrics:
1. "Divining Plum" by Lu You (陆游)
3. Lu You (陆游)Outside the post, by the broken bridge, the loneliness blooms without a master. It's already dusk and I'm alone with my sorrows, and the wind and rain are all over me. I have no intention of fighting for spring, but I am jealous of all the flowers. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.
2. "Butterfly Lovers"
Su Shi
The flowers have faded into red and the apricots are small. The swallows are flying, the green water is surrounded by people's homes. The willows on the branches are less and less, where is the fragrant grass at the end of the world?
The wall of the swing wall outside the road. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the bank. The smile is not heard, the sound is quiet, but the love is annoyed by the lovelessness.
◆Yuan Song
Tianjingsha? Autumn Thoughts
Ma Zhiyuan
Old Crows on Dead Vines,
Home with Small Bridges and Flowing Water,
The West Wind on the Ancient Roads and Thin Horses.
The sun sets in the west,
Broken hearted people at the end of the world.
2. Xu Zaisi (徐再思)
《[双调]蟾宫曲? Spring Love"
It's only when I don't know how to think of each other that I can think of each other. The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like fluff, and the breath is like a wandering thread. I'm not sure if I'm a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm a good person. When the symptoms come, when is it? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Children's Poem:
"I am a capricious child"
Perhaps
I am a child spoiled by my mother
I am capricious
I wish
every moment
was as beautiful as colorful crayons
I hope
I can draw on my beloved white paper. Draw
Draw the freedom of clumsiness
Draw an eye that will never
tear
A piece of sky
A piece of feathers and leaves that belongs to the sky
A pale green night and apples
I would like to draw mornings
Draw the smiles that can be seen in dew
Smile
I would like to draw all the smiles that can be seen in the morning
All the smiles that can be seen in dew
I would like to draw all the smiles that can be seen in the morning
Paint all the youngest
love without pain
She has not seen a cloud
Her eyes are the color of the clear sky
She always looks at me
Always, looking
Never suddenly dropping her head
I would like to paint distant landscapes
Painting the clear horizons and waves of water
Paint many, many happy streams
Paint the hills-
Growing pale fuzzy
I'd keep them close together
Make them fall in love
Make every acquiescence
Every burst of quiet springtime excitement
Become a little flower's birthday
I also want to paint the future
I've never seen her and I can't
But know she's beautiful
I'll paint her fall trenchcoat
Painting all those burning candles and maple leaves
Painting so many hearts extinguished for love of her
Paint weddings
Paint a holiday that wakes up in the morning -
Topped with glass candy paper
and illustrations of northern fairy tales
I was a willful child
I wanted to paint away all the misfortunes
I wanted to paint over the earth
Paint all the windows
Make all the eyes that are used to darkness
Accustomed to light
I want to paint the winds
Paint the mountain ranges that are taller than one another
Paint the longing of the Eastern nations
Paint the sea-
Infinite Pleasant sounds
Finally, on the corner of the paper
I would like to draw myself
Draw a tree bear
He sits in the dark Victorian slave forest
Sitting in peace and quiet on the branches of a tree
Frozen
He has no home
No heart to stay in the faraway land
He has only , many, many
berry-like dreams
and big, big eyes
I'm hoping
thinking
but somehow
I didn't receive a crayon
didn't get a colorful moment
all I have is me
my fingers and traumatic pains
Only the tearing of that
beloved piece of white paper
letting them go in search of butterflies
letting them disappear from this day
I am a child
a child spoiled by a fantastical mother
I'm capricious
The Farthest Distance in the World
Tagore
The World The furthest distance in the world
is not between life and death
it's that I'm standing right in front of you and you don't know that I love you
The furthest distance in the world
is not that I'm standing right in front of you and you don't know that I love you
it's that I know that I love you and I can't be together
The furthest distance in the world
isn't that I know that I love you and I can't be together
It's not that I love you and I can't be together. I know I love you, but I can't be with you
It's the fact that I can't resist the thought
But I have to pretend that I don't care about you at all
The furthest thing in the world is not that I can't resist the thought
But I have to pretend I don't care about you at all
It's the fact that I use my own cold heart to treat the people who love me with respect and respect.
It is the coldness of your heart that digs an unbridgeable ditch for those who love you.
Turgenev's "Spring Twilight"
Golden clouds
fluttered over the resting earth;
limited silent fields
glistened with dewdrops;
brooks gurgled and tumbled in the shadows of the ravines---
They were the most beautiful of all.
The thunder of spring vibrates in the distance,
and the lazy breeze stirs among the leaves of the aspens
with bounded wings.
The tall woods were mute and did not move at all,
and the green darkness of the forest was silent.
Only from time to time, in the deep shadows,
a sleepless leaf rustled.
O star, beautiful Venus of love,
Shining in the fire at sunset,
How light and holy was the heart,
Light as in childhood.
(1843)
Note: This poem was set to song
music by the Russian composer Rubinstein in 1848. (Translated by Gobaoquan)
2. Frost (USA) "A Prayer in the Spring"
Oh, give us this day the joy of the flowers;
Please do not let us think too far
Like those uncertain harvests; Let us stay
Here in this springtime of the year's most vitality.
Oh, give us joy in the white orchard,
Not like anything in the day, but only like the ghosts of the night;
Let us be happy, happy, among the happy bees,
When swarms of bees gather around the perfect tree and swell.
Let us be happy among the wildly fluttering birds,
When above the swarms their voices come suddenly,
As needle-sharp beaks, meteors squeezing in,
And rushing through the middle of the air a quiet flower.
For this is love, and nothing else,
Love is preserved for God above, for love
He may deify Himself to His heart's content,
but this love needs us to put it into practice.
3. Hopkins (England) "Spring"
Nothing is so beautiful as spring -
The waving grass leaps high and beautiful and luxuriant;
The painted egg is like the low little vault of heaven, and the painted song
Cleanses the ear through the echoing forest,
Hear it sing.
Listening to it sing, the sensation was like a lightning blast;
The blossoms and leaves of the pear tree were glossy and crystalline,
brushing the sagging blue sky; that blue was so passionate,
so rich; and the lambs were not immune to running and frolicking.
What are these joys that nourish the heart?
It is a ray of the essence of the earth at the beginning of Eden-
Before it grows dull and grows gloomy or
Sour from sin, O Son of the Virgin,
Win the pure and innocent hearts of the young,
Your choices are both plentiful and worthy,
O Christ the Lord.
(Translated by Huang Liangxin)
4. Shevirianin (Russia) "Spring Day - For Dear K. M. Fofanov"
Spring day is as hot as gold, -
The whole city is bright with sunshine!
I am me again: I am young again!
I am full of joy and love again.
The heart sings, it longs to run to the fields,
I call everyone 'you' ......
How vast! How free!
What a song! What beautiful flowers!
Better get on a four-wheeled wagon and bump around at will!
Better take a stroll in the tender green meadows!
Look at the rosy face of the peasant woman,
Embrace your enemies as friends!
Buzz, you broad-leaved forests of spring!
Grow, green grass! Blossom, lilac!
There are no sinners among us: all are right
How could it be otherwise on such a beautiful day!
April 1911
5. Saba (Italy) Spring
Spring I do not like,
How I would like to tell you
The first rays of spring light
Cornering the wall of the street,
Hurting me like a sharp blade.
The dull shadows
that the bare branches
cast on the bare earth
called me to distraction,
and it was as if I might
deserve
to be regenerated.
Your coming
makes even the grave seem less safe.
Ancient Spring
Thou art more cruel than any season
Through thee all things revive
And through thee they perish.
6. Bertrand (France) "Another Spring"
All thoughts and desires that stir the heart
are slaves to love.
--Coleridge1
Another spring,--another drop of dew, which will roll for a moment in my bitter cup, and then escape again like a tear!
Oh, my youth! Your joys have been stamped with the cold kiss of time, Time suffocates in the embrace of pain, Time passes while your pain remains
Oh, O women! It is you who have robbed me of the splendor of life! If there is anyone who is a liar in the strange encounter of my love, it is not me, and if there is
anyone who has been deceived, it is not you!
Oh, spring! You are a little migratory bird, you are our momentary guest, and your sad song echoes in the hearts of poets and in the oaks!
Another spring,-another slice of May sunshine, smearing the forehead of the young poet, shining on the world of men, shining on the crown of the old oak tree, shooting within the tree
bush! (Translated by Huang Jianhua)
① English Romantic poet (1772-1834). With Wordsworth and Saussure*** he was called the Three Lakeside Poets.
7. Noboru Ooka (Japan) "Spring"
Digging up sleepy spring on the beach
You laughed and used it to dress up your hair
Like ripples spreading a bubble of laughter in the sky
The sea is still and warm in the grass-colored sunlight
My hand holds your hand
You threw a stone in my sky
Ah! >
Ah Under today's sky
Flowing shadows of flowers
Sprouts sprouting in our hands
In the center of our vision
Splashing and splashing and swirling
Golden suns
We are the lake and the trees
Streams of light sifted from the crevices of the trees onto the lawns
Streams of light sifted from the crevices of the trees Dance
It's the segmented mounds of your hair
We ......
Doors open in the new wind
Calling out to the green shade and our myriad arms
New paths stretch on the soft skin of the earth
Your hands flow luminously from the springs
So the sunlight bathes under our lashes
Silently begins to ripen
Sea and Fruit
1952 (Memory and Present)
Lan Ming Translation - World Literature (1987.2.)
8. MERRIKER (GERMANY) In Spring"
I am lying on this spring hill:
White clouds become my wings,
A little bird flies in front of me.
Ah, tell me, lonely girl,
where are you, that I may stay by your side!
But you and the wind, you are homeless.
My heart opens as if it were a sunflower,
in love and
hope
yearning and expanding,
Spring, what is your longing?
When will I be quiet?
I see the white clouds moving, the river rushing,
the sun's golden kisses
seeping deep into my blood;
this marvelously inebriated eye of mine
as if into sleep,
only my ears still listening to the buzzing of the bees.
I think of this and that, and think much,
I am longing, but I know not for what;
half for sorrow, half for joy;
My heart, oh, I ask thee,
What memories are thou weaving in the gloom of the golden-green boughs of the trees
?
-The unnameable days of yore!
(1828) Translated by Qian Chunqi
9. Petofi (Hungary) Come, Spring, Come!
"Come, spring!" (I thought so in the fall)
"I wait for you, O I, for you bring me happiness,
Outside the village there is my young and beautiful girl,
and I am free to visit her there;
and if I am a hundred miles away from her,
I will go to her from a hundred miles away.
If the sun rises in the east at dawn,
if the sun sinks in the west in the evening,
and the moon rises, and then it peeps into the
starry splendor of the boudoir,
I become my girl's faithful shadow,
a follower of her as she goes.
You, O Spring, are just like her love,
Your flower opens on her fiery breast,
She picks the blossom, and welcoming her red face,
Places the flower on my heart;
Why not wear it? Is it impossible?
Fiancée no longer kisses me a kiss.
Come, thou fragrant flower crown of spring!
I place you on my fiancée's head!"
Come, you spring-fragrant crown of flowers!
I place thee on the cross at her grave!
10, Hans Carossa (Germany) "Spring"
The sun resides again in the cathedral square,
and the children play by the ancient well.
The pigeons on the steps shine with a brassy light,
and the clouds are floating, heavy
like sponges soaking up the light. This is spring.
In front of an open window in the cathedral square
The town day sat a haggard girl.
She does not look at the clouds, she does not look at the beautiful pigeons,-
She has to sew dance clothes and make silk hats for women she does not know,
and the whole day is often coupled with half a night,
and her hands and feet are often frozen.
Once in a while, when the
fetus in her belly gently bounces,
the stifled little soul seems to touch the light,
her bitter lips appear red. This was spring.
(Translated by Zhang Houren)