(Part I)
Who has ever seen the face of the wind? Who has seen the face of the wind?
I am neither you nor you; No one has seen it, no matter you or me;
But when the leaves hang trembling, but when the leaves tremble,
The wind is passing through. The wind is blowing from there.
(Part II)
Who has ever seen the face of the wind? Who has seen the face of the wind?
Neither you nor I am; No one has seen it, no matter you or me;
But when the trees bow their heads, but when the tops of the trees hang low,
The wind is passing. The wind is passing.
~ Author C.G. Luo Saidi
Another poet's song of the wind
Ah, wind, why do you never stop, wind! Why do you never stop?
Wandering, whistling back and forth, wandering back and forth, whistling
Bring rain from the west, bring rain from the west.
Brought snow from the dark north? Brought snow from the north.
If you are satisfied, please adopt it (づ 3 づ)? ~
2. English articles or poems about the wind, and translation. I like the wind, and I like the feeling that the wind comes and goes without a trace. Like the gentleness of the wind, the bleak of the wind, the touch of the wind and the warmth of the wind.
When a leaf falls, it knows the autumn of the world, and the bleak autumn wind also brings heavy fruits and fallen leaves. Busy farmers are always immersed in the joy of harvest. The bleak autumn wind is the harvest of life.
Wind is like life, life is like wind, I love life, I love wind.
I like the wind, and I like it to pursue the feeling of its disappearance. Like gentle wind, bleak wind, warm wind.
The autumn wind is bleak, a letter from primitive creatures, a fruit full of fallen leaves, drifting. Farmers are always busy, immersed in the joy of harvest. The autumn wind is bleak, and the harvest of life.
Wind can live, live, wind, I love life, I love wind.
3. About the formation stage of typhoon, the reason is that the tropical sea surface is irradiated by the sun, which makes the sea water temperature rise, and the sea water evaporates into steam and rises to the sky, while the cooler air around it flows in to replenish it, and then rises again. This cycle will eventually make the whole air flow continuously extend and become a "breeze". Due to the amplitude of the sea surface, the air circulation continues to expand to several kilometers in diameter. Due to the high-speed rotation of the earth from west to east, the air column of air flow has friction with the earth's surface. The closer it is to the equator, the stronger the friction is, which means that the air column of steering flow rotates counterclockwise. (The southern hemisphere rotates clockwise) The west is formed because the speed of the earth's rotation is fast and the air column can't keep up with the speed of the earth's rotation and fall. This has become what we now call typhoon belt and typhoon path. At present, the stage etiquette center is in the position where the wind direction we see becomes D-shaped. It is not difficult to judge the distance and direction of the stage etiquette center according to the wind direction and wind direction. 40 years ago, I predicted the direction of Taiwanese thunder, and the process of judging whether Taiwanese came from the mainland was basically accurate. There are many times when the accuracy of local forecasts is unexpected. When the maximum wind speed in the adjacent area reaches or exceeds17.2m, we call it a typhoon.
Typhoon is formed because the tropical sea surface is directly exposed to the sun, which makes the sea water temperature rise, the sea water evaporates into steam, and the surrounding cold air flows in to replenish it, and then rises again. This cycle will eventually expand the whole airflow and form a "wind". Due to the vastness of the ocean, the diameter of air circulation is increasing, even several kilometers. Due to the high-speed rotation of the earth from west to east, there is friction between the air column and the surface. The closer to the equator, the greater the friction, which makes the steering column rotate counterclockwise. (The southern hemisphere rotates clockwise. ) Because the earth rotates fast, the air column can't keep up with the speed of the earth's rotation, so it forms a westward sense, which also forms the typhoon and typhoon path we are talking about now.
4. Poems describing male style English 1: Ancient sentences describing men
Idioms describing men:
A group of talented people, extraordinary appearance, as beautiful as Song Yu.
The man whose appearance is even more important than Pan An's is chiseled.
Knife eyebrows, stars, eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows, eyebrows, elegant.
The gods are cold and handsome, with a face like a crown jade and eyes like stars and noses like butterflies.
Lips coated with fat will be gentle and graceful.
Elegant, deep, elegant, extraordinary, fresh, handsome and graceful.
Charming, laughing, well proportioned.
Handsome, handsome, bloody men, just men are brave and aggressive.
Angzang, seven feet tall, poor, green, young brother, man's nephew.
The tall and mighty pet of broken sleeves, the addiction of broken sleeves, and the broken geese and dragons.
Rejuvenate He Lang, the bee loses its butterfly, guess the bee knows the warbler, guess the widowed stork and the lonely bear.
Lonely, unhappy, thirsty, phoenix flower, three wishes, mad bee butterfly
A rich man and a bitter woman look at the wall like a crown jade, and the south gate looks at Lang.
Ordinary people are innocent, and Dai Qiufeng fans abandon the old and pity the new.
Sanghu Pengya's skin color is declining, and he likes to relax.
Refuse to pick, turn your teeth and pick. Xiao Lang stranger
Zhuo Ying Lv Yan throws fruit, Pan An throws fruit, and Pan Lang sits quietly.
Sitting on the piano, I feel drunk and my face is like powder.
Sentences describing men:
-Good-looking, good-looking.
-Mix Su Su, bright and clear.
-Su Su is like a loose wind, high and Xu Yin.
-random pawn waving a white blade, longitudinal swing away, silent, more cited its number.
-Like the devil from heaven, he is really a traditional god on earth.
-Gu Xichao missed his life, but Gu Xichao hated it all his life.
-seven feet eight inches long, beautiful words, elegant demeanor, and civil skeleton, not self-decoration, people think that the dragon is a child, natural figure, good-looking. A pair of eyes shot at the cold star, and two curved eyebrows were muddy as paint. Broad-minded, invincible. The words are grand, and the ambition of Lingyun is spit out. The heart is heroic, like a lion shaking the sky and descending from the clouds. Strong muscles and bones, such as shaking and moving, sitting on the seat.
-"Son of Suo Wei, displaced. Uncle Bo Xi, I am deaf. "
Men are young and beautiful, more beautiful than glazed jade; Good brother, good brother, young and handsome as jade.
-"The host is dissatisfied and the public dances. Powerful as a tiger, holding a group like one. "
A burly and brave man, performing ten thousand dances in front of the ancestral hall, is as strong as a tiger and holds the reins as a group. This requires men to be burly, dignified and manly.
5. Translation of the ancient poem "Feng"
Li Qiao (Tang)
Untie three autumn leaves,
It can bloom in February.
Thousands of feet of waves cross the river,
Blowing air into bamboo can tilt the pole.
Notes on works:
Sanqiu: Late autumn refers to the ninth month of the lunar calendar.
February: early spring, February in the lunar calendar.
Brief analysis:
Note: The wind has blown off many autumn leaves, pushing the flowers in early spring and February across the river, rolling up thousands of high waves and blowing them into the bamboo forest, and blowing the bamboo poles askew. Sanqiu: Three months in autumn means the whole autumn. Poetry: Autumn wind will make the branches and leaves scattered and make people feel bleak and desolate; But in February, the warm spring breeze, flowers in full bloom, the earth is full of vitality. Sometimes a strong wind blows across the river, causing huge waves in thousands of feet, and sometimes a breeze blows into the bamboo forest, and thousands of bamboo plants stagger with the wind, which is another scene. Content appreciation: This is a poem praising the wind. In the poet's eyes, the wind is alive and emotional, and it will have different faces and give people different feelings with different time and place. The poem describes the author's daily observation.
This poem shows the power of the wind: leaves can fall in late autumn, flowers can be pushed in early spring and February, huge waves in thousands of feet can be set off when crossing the river, and 10,000 bamboos can be blown into the bamboo forest.
Besides, your requirements are a bit high. Is it necessary to translate every word? That's an unrealistic request. Some translations can only be words, how can they be accurate to every word?
An old saying describing a man's style, an idiom describing a man: A group of talented people is extraordinary in appearance, and only the wind is as elegant as Song Yu's appearance, which is better than Pan An's. A gifted scholar is chiseled, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyebrows, bright eyes and greasy lips. Long and graceful, gentle, elegant, fresh and elegant, charming, laughing, well proportioned, handsome, bloody and handsome, upright, heroic, seven-foot man, ugly and green, tall and mighty, spoiled by broken sleeves, broken geese, lonely red, and Fu Fenhe Lang, a bee, lost butterflies. Bees, butterflies, butterflies, husbands, disgruntled women, neighbors peeping at the wall, such as Guan Yu's south gate peeping at Lang's innocent teeth, wearing autumn wind, round fan, abandoning old pity, new sangbow, fading, slack love, waist, pan bian's report, throwing badminton and teeth, refusing strangers, men, men, Yingying, swallow couples, throwing fruit, Pan An, throwing fruit.
-Mix Su Su, bright and clear. -Su Su is like a loose wind, high and Xu Yin.
-random pawn waving white blade, longitudinal swing away, silent, more cited its number. -Like the devil from heaven, he is really a traditional god on earth.
-Gu Xichao missed his life, but Gu Xichao hated it all his life. -seven feet eight inches long, beautiful words, elegant demeanor, and civil skeleton, not self-decoration, people think that the dragon is a child, natural figure, good-looking.
A pair of eyes shot at the cold star, and two curved eyebrows were muddy as paint. Broad-minded, invincible.
The words are grand, and the ambition of Lingyun is spit out. The heart is heroic, like a lion shaking the sky and descending from the clouds.
Strong muscles and bones, such as shaking and moving, sitting on the seat. -"Son of Suo Wei, displaced.
Uncle Xi Bo is like a deaf ear. "The man is young and beautiful, more beautiful than coloured glaze jade; Good brother, good brother, young and handsome as jade.
-"The host is dissatisfied and the public dances. Powerful as a tiger, holding a group like one. "
A burly and brave man, performing ten thousand dances in front of the ancestral hall, is as strong as a tiger and holds the reins as a group. This requires men to be burly, dignified and manly.
7. Ask Shelley's most famous poem, of course, is ode to the west wind! "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" Shelley's ode to the west wind: Ah, the wild west wind, you are the breath of autumn. You drive away dead leaves from invisible places, just like ghosts fleeing from wizards, yellow, black, pale, flaming and plague-ridden people: Ah, you drive winged seeds to their beds in dark winter, where they lie cold and low, and each one is like a grave. Destroyer and protector; Listen, oh, listen! On your stream, in the turmoil of the steep sky, loose clouds fall like fallen leaves on the earth, swaying from the tangled branches of heaven and ocean, and angels of rain and lightning are scattered on your blue sea. Surging, like the hair raised on the head of a fierce priestess, even from the hazy edge of the horizon to the height of the zenith, like the hair of the coming storm. You elegy of the dying year, this last night will be the dome of a huge grave. With all the power of your gathered steam, from its solid air, black rain, fire and hail will erupt: Oh, listen! Ah, you woke up the blue Mediterranean from his summer dream. He was lying there, hypnotized by the vortex of the crystal stream. In his sleep, he saw the ancient palaces and towers trembling in the rough day. They were all covered with sky-blue moss and so sweet flowers. The vague feeling described them! Your road, the flat waves of the Atlantic Ocean split itself into cracks, and far below, sea flowers and muddy Woods, wearing away the dead leaves of the ocean, recognized your voice and suddenly turned gray, trembling and desperate with fear: Oh, listen! If I am a dead leaf, you can bear it; If I were a cloud, I would fly with you; A wave that breathes under your strength, the impulse to share your strength, is just not as free as you, ah, uncontrollable! If I can be your partner roaming in heaven as I was a teenager, then it seems only an illusion to surpass your sliding speed; I would never have prayed so hard with you when I needed it most. Oh, lift me up like waves, leaves and clouds! I fell on the thorns of life! I am bleeding! The heavy shackles of time bind a person like you: unruly, agile and proud. Let me be your harp, just like the forest: what if my leaves fall like its own! The noise of your powerful harmony will bring sadness and sweetness from the deep autumn tone. Be you, fierce soul, my soul! Be me, impulsive person! Drive my dead thoughts into the universe, just like withered leaves, to accelerate rebirth! Through the spell of this poem, spread my words around the world like ashes and sparks that never go out! Blow the horn of prophecy to the awakening earth through my lips! Wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? Oh, the wild west wind, your autumn breath! Because you can't see it, thousands of trees are scattered, like ghosts fleeing from exorcism wizards, yellow, black, pale and flush, and countless leaves destroyed by epidemics are flying around; Oh, you fly winged seeds to their dark wintering beds; Like a corpse lying in a grave, they will be dormant, cold and desolate, respectively, until your blue sister blows her loud horn in spring and rushes to the land of dreams (like herding sheep and driving sweet buds into the air for food), so that the mountains and plains are full of colors and fragrance of life.
Free spirit, you, you run around; You destroy, you save, listen, oh, listen! On your stream, in the turbulent sky, in the chaotic dark clouds, the angel of rain and electricity, like endless dead leaves of the earth, broke free from the branches intertwined with the sky and the ocean and floated down; On your empty wave surface, like the vigorous hair raised on Maynard's head, from the dark edge of the vast horizon to the top of the sky, there are approaching storms and swaying curly hair everywhere. Ah, you, the elegy of dying years, the night of four in one, supported by all the water vapor forces you gathered, will form the vault of his huge grave.
From your majestic atmosphere, black rain, fire and hail are generated; Oh, listen! You, oh, you woke up the blue Mediterranean from a dream. All summer, he slept soundly outside the Pumice Island in the bay, and the clear sound of running water urged him to sleep. He dreamed of ancient terraces, towers and palaces, which kept shaking in the rough waves. All covered with moss and flowers, the fragrance is intoxicating and indescribable. Oh, in order to make way for you, the water in the Atlantic Ocean suddenly cracked. In the depths of the vast waves, the flowers and plants on the seabed and the muddy jungle with no juice on their branches and leaves. Oh, because they recognized your whistle, all of them suddenly changed color, and they withered with fear; Listen, oh, listen! If I were a floating cloud, I could fly with you; If I were a fallen leaf, I could be taken away by you; If I were a huge wave.