#Only Early Mornings Can Poison Poetry
The Question of Yuquan Stream by Tang. Xiangyi Woman
The red leaves are drunk with autumn colors, and the blue stream plays the night strings.
The good time can not be repeated, the wind and rain are gone as years.
2016.10.30
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"Nan Ge Zi" by Li Qingzhao
The stars in the sky are turning, and the curtains on earth are hanging.
The stars in the sky are turning, and the curtains on earth are hanging down.
I got up and unpacked my clothes to ask what the night was like.
The first thing you need to know is how to get to the bottom of the table.
The weather is the same as it was in the old days.
Only the sentiment is not like the old family time!
2016.10.29
#Only the morning can be poisonous poetry#
"Can not say words" Zhou Gongdu
Can not say a lot of things.
For the night, you can't say, "Please stay here for a while."
To a horse, you can't say, "I've seen the meadow."
For a flower, you can't say, "Where will you be next year."
And for you,
the words that can be uttered are as numerous as the stars;
the only thing that can't be said is:
"Last night, I dreamed of you."
2016.10.28
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"Order of the Magnolia Flower - Three Shifts of Rain on Sycamore Leaves" Song Dynasty - Su Shi
Three shifts of rain on the sycamore leaves.
The night is a time for the soul to break through the dream.
The night is cool and the woven grass mat is known to be in autumn.
I can hear the cold grasshopper urging the loom.
In my dream, I was on my way back to the past.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good feeling about the way you are doing it.
The man in front of you must have asked for you,
to say goodbye to his heart and mind.
2016.10.27
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"By Chance" by Xu Zhimo
I am a cloud in the sky,
and occasionally I am projected in the center of your waves--
You don't have to be surprised,
and moreover, you don't have to Rejoice -
In the twinkling of an eye the trace is annihilated;
You and I meet on the sea of darkness,
You have your, and I have mine, direction;
It's better that you remember or not,
It's better that you forget,
The light that is released to each other at this rendezvous!
2016.10.26
#Only the morning can be poisoned with poems
"Floating a great white" by Dragonfly Lin
If the wine of spring is not drunk in time, it should be spilled in the mud
I can't intoxicate you
It is good to intoxicate a small flower.
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"Please Say I Love You Again" by Mrs. Browning
Said it again
Please say it to me again
Say I love you even if that's what it repeats over and over and over again and you'll remember it as a cuckoo song
Among the hills and the greenwoods
In the valley and the fields if it's missing In the valleys and in the fields if it lacks the cuckoo's syllable
Even if the fresh springtime comes in all its greenness
it's not perfect love, it's so dark all around, and all you hear is the throbbing of your heart in that agonizing restlessness and I say, "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
The cold colors of the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are far away,
and the lonely boat is moored in the depths of the lilies of the valley.
The flute is in the moonlit building.
2016.10.23
#Only the morning can be a poisonous poem#
Zhou Bangyan (周邦彦)
正单衣试酒，怅客里，光阴虚掷。
I hope the spring will stay for a while, but the spring will return like a wing, and there will be no trace of it.
The first thing you need to do is to ask where the flowers are. The night came to the wind and rain, burying the Chu Palace of the State.
The hairpin has fallen and the fragrance is left behind, and the peach grove is in a mess, and the willow path is lightly overturned.
Who will be the one to cherish the love? The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
The East Garden is quiet, and it is gradually covered with dark blue.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite movie, and you'll be able to see what you're getting yourself into.
The long stripes of the house, like holding the clothes and waiting to talk, the feeling of parting is not extreme.
The small remnants of the British, strong hairpin conical cap.
It's not like a hairpin, it's not like a hairpin, it's not like a hairpin, it's not like a hairpin, it's not like a hairpin.
I'm not going to take advantage of the tide.
I'm afraid to break the red, there are still words of love, how to see?
2016.10.22
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"The Thatched Cottage" by Hans Christian Andersen (Denmark)
On the shore where the waves wash
there is a lonely little thatched cottage
A vast, vast expanse, with not a single tree in sight
Just the sky and the sea
Just the The cliffs and the cliffs
Here lies the greatest happiness, for there is no gold or silver in the hut
But there is a pair of dearly beloved people gazing at each other all the time, and they are so y in love
It is a small and shabby hut, and it is lonely, standing on the shore, but inside there is the greatest happiness
For there is a beloved person in the hut
21.10.2016
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This is a small, shabby house, which is so lonely, and it is lonely, but there is the greatest happiness inside it.
#Only Early Morning Can Poison Poetry
"Su Mou Zhi - Prairie Fragrance" Song Dynasty - Zhou Bangyan
Prairie Fragrance is the best way to eliminate muggy heat.
The birds are calling for a clear sky,
and the eaves are peeping in the dawn.
The first sunlight on the leaves dries up the rain,
and the water is clear and round,
and the wind and the lotus are lifting one by one.
When will I go back to my hometown?
I live in Wu Men,
and have been traveling to Chang'an for a long time.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite movie, and you'll be able to see what you're getting yourself into.
A small oar in a light boat,
dreaming of Furongpu.
2016.10.20
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"The Moon on the Western River - Question on the Three Pagodas Temple in Liyang" Song Dynasty - Zhang Xiaoxiang
Asking for the color of spring by the lake,
it's been three years since we started over.
The east wind blew me across the lake boat,
and the willow silk brushed my face.
I'm used to the world,
but I'm not used to the world,
I'm not used to the world.
The water under the cold light pavilion is like the sky,
and the sand gulls are flying up.
2016.10.19
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"Thinking of People Far Away" by Song Yan Guidao
The red leaves and yellow flowers are late in the fall, and thousands of miles of people are thinking of the traveler.
The clouds have passed by, and there is no letter of return, so where can I send a letter?
I can't stop crying, but I can't stop crying.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to write this, but I'm going to have to do it.
2016.10.18
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"Dark Fragrance" by Jiang Kui
The moonlight in the old days. The moonlight of the olden days. I counted how many times it shone on me, playing the flute by the side of the plum.
I'm not sure how many times the moonlight has shone on me, playing the flute by the plums.
The old man is getting old now, and he has forgotten all about the spring breeze.
But it's a wonder that the flowers outside the bamboo are so cold and fragrant.
Jiangguo.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world with a baby. The first time I saw this, it was a very long time ago, and it was a very long time ago, and it was a very long time ago.
The green Zun easy to cry. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
I always remember the place where I used to work hand in hand, a thousand trees pressed, the West Lake cold green.
And pieces, blown out, when can I see.
2016.10.17
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"Time Passes Slowly" by Bob Dylan
Time in the mountains is quiet and slow as we sit on the banks of a bridge
Walking by a spring in pursuit of a wild school of fish
Floating on a stream when you're out of the world
Time is quiet and slow. Passing by. I had a sweetheart once, she was petite and beautiful, we sat in her kitchen while her mom made pastries Outside the window the stars twinkled and hung high Time passes in silence
When you find your beloved. Not without a reason to take a van to town Not without a reason to go to that fair again Not without a reason to go back and forth again Not without a reason to go to every place The days are silent and slow We gaze ahead
Trying not to be deflected Like red roses blooming day by day on a summer's day The days pass by in silence
Never to return
2016.10.16
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"I Want to Waste Time with You" by Lee Wonsung
I want to waste time with you, such as looking down at the fish
such as leaving my teacups on the table and walking away
wasting their nice shadows
I also want to waste time even with the setting sun, such as going for a walk
wasting it away until the stars are full of light
As meaningless as a wasted movie
Those desperate loves and deaths
Bringing us short silences
I want to waste each other with you
Wasting short silences, long meaningless ones
Wasting the delicate, old universe together
Like leaning against the railing, looking down at the watery mirrors
Until all the time is over.
Until all that is wasted
grows thin wings behind us
2016.10.15
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"Dedication to the night - to the daughter of the night" by Hai Zi
Night rises up from the earth. The night rises from the earth
And covers the bright sky
The desolate earth after the harvest
The night rises from within you
You came from far away, I went to far away places
A distant journey passed by
The sky is nothing
Why do you give me comfort
The desolate earth after the harvest
People take away the year's harvest
The night rises from the earth. p> The people have taken the year's harvest
Taken the grain and ridden away
Those left in the ground, buried deep
The pitchforks gleam, the straw is piled on the fire
Straw is piled up in the darkness of the barn
In the barn it's too dark, too silent, too harvested
Too desolate, and in the midst of the harvest, I see the eyes of Hades
The black rain drops, the dark rain drops, the dark rain drops. p>
Flocks of birds like black raindrops
Fly from dusk into night
The night is nothing
Why give me comfort
Walking down the road
Letting out my voice
A gale blowing over the hillocks
Above it is the infinite sky
14.10.2016
#The only thing Early Morning Can Poison Poetry#
"The Little Garden Fugue" by Yu Xin
One inch and two inches of fish,
Three poles and two poles of bamboo.
The cloudy air shaded by the clump of yarrow,
the golden essence nourished by the autumn chrysanthemum.
2016.10.13
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"Book of Reminiscences on the Night of a Journey" by Tang Du Fu
The fine grasses and breezy shores, the perilous masts and the lonely night boats.
The stars hang over the plains, and the moon gushes over the great river.
The stars are in the sky and the moon is in the river.
I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about.
2016.10.12
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"In the Shanghai-Hangzhou Train" by Xu Zhimo
Hurried! Rush rush rush!
A roll of smoke, a mountain, a few cloud shadows,
A waterway, a bridge, the sound of a scullery,
A forest of pines, a clump of bamboos, a flurry of red leaves:
Lustrous fields, lustrous autumn scenery,
Dream-like distinctions, blurring, and fading, -
< p> Hyperventilating! Is it the wheel or the light of day?Rushing the autumn face, rushing the old life!
2016.10.11
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"The Only Day" by Pasternak
Of the many harsh winter seasons
I remember the days of the winter solstice.
Each day, even though it does not repeat itself,
is repeated countless times.
The days gradually
joined into a single piece -
it was the only day left, and
we felt that time had stopped moving forward.
I remember them without exception:
The winter was almost half over,
the wet roads, the dripping roofs,
the sun warming the ice.
Lovers seem to be in a dream,
eagerly attracted to each other,
and high in the treetops
starlings are sunburnt and sweaty.
The sleepy hour hand
Lazily swirls on the dial,
A day is longer than a hundred years,
Embracing without end.
2016.10.10
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"This Is The Way Things Are" by Zhong Xiaoyang
Sometimes darkness isn't necessarily the night realize that it is it that opens up the long black night into the blazing sunlight air and lets you cool off
Sometimes the red sun isn't necessarily the dawn sometimes it is it that planted the forbidden fruits of the color of blood in the gardens of your dreams. Sometimes a white cloud doesn't always have the sun behind it Sometimes a white cloud is just a white cloud drifting from today's sky to tomorrow's sky So breaking up doesn't necessarily mean we won't see each other again That's the way it is That's the way it is
09.10.2016
#Only the morning can be poisoned with poisonous poems
I never saw a Moor-- I never saw a Moor-- I never saw a Moor-- I never saw a Moor. I never saw a Moor-- I never saw the Sea-- Yet know I how the Heather looks And what a Billow be. I never spoke with God Nor visited in Heaven-- Yet certain am I of the spot As if the Checks were given--
2016.10.08
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"First Time on Earth" Mute Child
Flowers scent me Sun shines on me
Darkness shrouds me
The water flows in the distance
The road makes me walk it The book makes me read it
The house makes me build it
The word makes me write it
It's not enough
The tears make me cry it The laugh makes me laugh it
The memories make me recall it
It's not enough
The love makes me love it
And the loneliness Love it with me
2016.10. 07
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"The Wind" by Ye Shengtao
No one has ever seen the wind
Needless to say, me and you
But when the leaves are trembling
We know that the wind is there
No one has ever seen the wind
Needless to say, me and you
But when the treetops nod
We know the wind is passing
No one has seen the wind
Needless to say me and you
But when the river ripples
We know the wind is coming to the game
06.10.2016
#Only the Morning Can Poison Poetry
The Allegory" Song Dynasty - Yanshu
The oil-walled fragrant car no longer meets,
Channel clouds without a trace of any west and east.
The moon is dissolving in the pear blossom courtyard,
and the wind is blowing lightly in the willow pond.
After a few days of loneliness,
I was in the midst of a smoke break.
The book was sent by a fish,
The water is far away, the mountains are long, and the same everywhere.
2016.10.05
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"Seven lines - tour of Mt. Putuo" windlass frame
Miles of waves around the Cuiwei, dry night green Roach white clouds fly.
A thousand years of Puji smoke curls, hundred feet of Lotus Terrace Buddha statues towering.
The stone Panto to see the sunset, into the forest purple bamboo bath sunrise.
The beautiful scenery is comparable to the three islands.
2016.10.04
#Only the morning can be poisoned with poems
Watch the fish swim
Walking around the pond to watch the fish swim,
it is the time for the children to get the fishing boat.
A kind of love for fish is different,
I'm here to give food to the hook.
2016.10.03
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"Gazing" by Gu Cheng
The world is passing by in the midst of all the noise
What are you gazing at
Underneath the cover of that lurking shadow
I found me
A clumsy figure
under the starry sky.
The stars gradually gathered into tears
Sliding down from your heart
I won't ask
You didn't say anything either
2016.10.02
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"The Seven Styles of Flowering Shadows" by Su Shi
It was overlapping on the Yao Terrace, and I had called for a few times to call out to children to return to their home without being able to do so.
The sun has just packed it away, but the moon has sent it away.
2106.10.01
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Su Dongpo, "Gift to Liu Jingwen"
The lotus is exhausted, and the chrysanthemum still has a branch that is proud of the frost.
The year's good scenery must be remembered, it is the time of orange and yellow, orange and green.