From the tombs of ancient times
From the dark ages
Over the streams of human death
Like a wheel of fire hovering above the dunes
The sun, rolls toward me
He makes the life breathe with a light that is hard to hide
And makes the branches of the tall trees dance to him.
Makes the rivers run to him with wild songs
When he comes
I hear
The chrysalids of winter hibernation spinning underground
Masses speaking aloud in squares
Cities calling to him from afar
With steel and power
So my heart and chest
Were torn apart by hands of flame
The stale souls were left on the banks of the river
I am sure of the rebirth of mankind
Sun Chant (Wen Yiduo)
The sun, which pierces my heart!
Forcing away the wanderer's dream of returning home,
and adding twelve more hours to his nine-quarter hour journey.
O sun, the sun that burns like fire!
Drying the dew on the tips of the grass,
but drying the cold tears of the wanderer.
The sun, the sun of the six dragons!
Save me this day by day reprieve,
what harm is there in running five years as one day?
Sun, O sun - golden bird of divine speed - sun!
Let me ride you around the world every day,
and I will see my home once a day!
Sun, the rising sun at the corner of the building!
Is it not fresh from our east?
Is my hometown still safe and sound at this moment?
The sun, the sun of my hometown!
Beijing's palace willows are wrapped in autumn, right?
Alas! I, too, am haggard as late fall!
Sun, sun, sun that goes on and on!
You, too, seem to be homeless.
Ah! You and I are as unimaginable as each other!
O sun, sun of self-improvement!
The great universe is your home, is it not?
Maybe point me in the direction of my homeland?
O Sun, this is not like my mountains, Sun!
The storm clouds here carry another general color,
The birds here sing an extraordinarily bleak tune.
O sun, sun of the fire of life!
But who does not know that you are the eastern half of the ball of love and heat,
and at the same time the western half of the ball of intellectual light?
O sun, and the sun of my homeland!
I can't go back to my hometown at the moment,
I'll recognize you as my hometown.
The sun, the sun that shines so brightly!
When I see thee henceforth, I will call thee home for once;
My home is not on earth but in heaven!
Verse describing the sun:
Jiangnan is good, the scenery is old and familiar. The sunrise flowers of the river are more red than fire, and the water of the river is as green as blue in spring. Can you not remember the south of the river?
Bai Juyi's Remembering Jiangnan
After all, the West Lake is in the middle of June, and the scenery is not the same as the four seasons. The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus blossoms in the sun are differently red.
Yang Wanli, "Seeing off Lin Zifang at the Temple of Pure Ci"
The sun is over the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea; I want to see a thousand miles, but I want to go up one floor.
Wang Zhilu's "Ascending the Stork Tower"
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white suns are twilight, and the north wind is blowing geese and snow. There is no need to worry about the road ahead without a friend, who under the sun does not know a gentleman.
Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da"
On the empty mountains, I see no one, but I hear people's voices. I can't see anyone on the empty mountains, but I can hear the sound of people's voices.
Wang Wei's "Deer Chai"
The sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river. The waterfall falls three thousand feet straight down, suspected to be the Milky Way falling to the nine heavens.
Li Bai, "Looking at Mount Lushan Waterfalls"
The day of the hoe is the morning, and the sweat is dripping down to the soil. Who knows how hard it is to eat on a plate, and how hard it is to eat every grain?
Li Shen's "Compassionate Farming"
It is uncomfortable in the evening, and I drive to the ancient plains; the setting sun is infinitely good, but it is only near dusk.
Li Shangyin's "Leyouyuan"
The stone paths on the cold mountains are sloping in the distance, and there are homes where the white clouds grow. The frosty leaves are redder than the February flowers.
Climbing to the Stork Tower
Wang Zhilu
The sun is over the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea.
To see beyond a thousand miles, one floor higher.
Deng Leyouyuan
Li Shangyin
It is not easy to drive to the ancient plains in the evening.
The setting sun is infinitely good, but it is nearly dusk.
Wang Wei
The sun rises and shines in all directions.
Opening the gate of heaven and facing the jade hall.
The tassels of the coronet are draped over the garments.
The golden sky is clear and bright.
Tong court dawns and extends to the eight deserts.
The virtue of the sky is the same as that of the gods.
The spirit of the mushroom is born and the clouds of celebration are seen.
After Tang Yao, the Jixi ministers.
The cosmos is a place for the Huxu people.
The nine suits and the four neighbors.
The dryness of the earth is a blessing and the kun is a treasure.
Morning River Chant
Bai Juyi
A remnant of the sun is spread over the water, half of the river is red.
Pity the night of the third day of September, when the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
1. The sun rises in the southeast corner, shining on my Qin's building. (Han Lefu? Stranger's Mulberry)
2. The white sun is at the end of the mountains, and the Yellow River flows in the sea. (Wang Zhilu: "Climbing to the Stork Tower")
3. The rivers and mountains are beautiful in the late sun, and the flowers and grasses are fragrant in the spring breeze. (Du Fu: "Absolute Verse")
4. The sun dusk is far away from the pale mountains, the sky is cold and the white house is poor. (Liu Changqing: "Meeting the Snow and Staying at Hibiscus Mountain")
5. The desert is lonely and the sun is setting over the Yangtze River. (Wang Wei: "Envoy to the Seaside")
6. Early in the morning, I entered an ancient temple, and the first sunlight shone on the high forest. (Changjian: "The Question of the Zen Garden behind the Broken Mountain Temple")
7. The flowers of the river are redder than fire at sunrise, and the water of the river is as green as blue in spring. (Bai Juyi: "Remembering the South of the River")
8. The pupils of thousands of households are always changing the new peach for the old one. (Wang Anshi: New Year's Day)
9. The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are differently red. (Yang Wanli: (Sending Lin Zifang to the Temple of Pure Ci at Dawn)
10. The green hills on both sides of the river are opposite to each other, and a lone sail comes by the side of the sun. (Li Bai: "Looking at Tianmen Mountain")
Li Shangyin
Toward the evening, I feel sick,
Driving to the ancient plains.
The setting sun is infinitely beautiful,
but it is nearly dusk.
Li Bai
Le Fou - Sunrise and Sunrise
Sunrise is in the east, and it seems to come from the bottom of the earth. The six dragons are in the house of the six dragons, and the six dragons are in the house of the six dragons.
The beginning and the end of the ancient unceasingly, people are not Yuanqi can be with the long Pei wandering. Grass is not thankful for the spring wind,
Wood does not complain about falling in the fall. Who wielded the whip to drive the four movements, all things rise and fall are natural.
The sun is still on the mountains, and the Yellow River is flowing in the sea.
It is the first time that I have seen a thousand miles, and I have seen a thousand floors.
(Wang Zhilu: "Ascending the Stork Tower")
Where is the countryside at sunset? The smoke and waves on the river make people sad.
Flower Shadows
Era: Song Author: Su Shi Genre: Seven Styles
Repeatedly, I went up to the Yao Tai (Yao Tai), and I called out to the children several times, but I couldn't return.
The sun has just packed up and gone, but the moon has sent me to the future.
Donglang Mountain
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Cao Ye Genre: Seven Poems
Donglang stands toward the east, with its head turned toward the sun.
The heart of a danmu has existed for ten thousand years, and who would say that the place where he sits is a wilderness?
Poem for Gu Yanxian
Era: Wei and Jin Dynasty Author: Lu Ji
Su Su Autumn Festival. The dew is thick and clear.
The sun descends at night. The sun descends at all times, and the shade of the yin suddenly rises.
Miscellany of Poems on the Occasion of Ohio 53
Era: Qing Dynasty Author: Gong Zizhen
Half of my life, I have been flying, simarouba ugly, I have fallen in love with the sun.
Waving his hand, the Tang Dynasty eight horsemen, the title of the old Department of the Retreating Front
Autumn Miscellany
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Fan Chengda
It is enough to be happy, why should I bother with the dust of peaches and plums?
Cang Yun is like a pale jade, the countryside is a gully.
When you come to the west window, you'll have to pay for your life and death to the sludge.
The bugs have diseased leaves, and the soil is thin, and there are no new branches.
The sun is not in my favor, but the shadow of the eaves is a shield.
It used to be like a pine or a cypress, but now it is a willow.
Who will return in the twilight?
This is the first of the three questions on the Hall of Frost and Cold
Era: Song Author: Fan Zhongyan
My ancestor was a minister of the Tang Dynasty, and I was the first to travel through the streets of heaven.
The children and grandchildren have a home in Jiangcheng.
The pine trees are lovely, and the high hall is named after them.
Ya know the living in the hall, and the love in the mountain.
The eye has a thousand years of color, the ear has a thousand years of sound.
In June, there is no hot light, and it is as clear as a jade pot.
You can gather poems and books and teach your children to be sincere and bright.
You can also invite the guests to enjoy the peace by listing the bells and drums.
What do you know about the green smoke, it is in the pillar of the eaves all day long.
The sun does not shine, and the natural white is born.
Not to shake the ground, how to worry about the years of greatness.
Castrol is the only way to make sure that the people who are willing to build a house are able to do so.
And Wu Chongqing Shi Ping
Era: Song Author: Mei Yaochen
Wu Fu, wearing a silver turtle.
Riding on a heavenly horse, he solicited strange wonders.
Suddenly, he found a stone in Guozhou, in which the white color was as round as a rule.
There were also trees and crows, which the artist could not make up despite his skill.
Wu Nai asked Ouyang Gong, who was more skeptical than he had been in the past.
They were not recognized, but they were given a poem, and the poem was written with a star in the sky.
Repeatedly, he sent me to make me and, sitting on the Kui Gong look at the side of it.
Fanhou has the knowledge of Yang Xiong, and it is very difficult to understand the reasoning behind it.
It's a good thing that I've been thinking about this for a long time, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it again.
When the moon and the sun merge, the sun's crow flies up to the branch of the laurel tree.
The children were born on the branches of the tree, but the people did not know that the God of Heaven was there.
The God of Heaven wants the world to see it, and its shadow sticks to the stone like glue.
The crows cannot go, nor can the moon be moved.
It will be a fun experience for the ages, so don't let the servants fall on the same jade tablet.
The Song of the Free
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Emperor Taizong of Song Dynasty
The gods and goddesses have gone up to the world of emptiness, and the one who is close to the one who is distant from the one who is distant from the one who is close to the one who is distant.
Is it possible to cultivate the world, but to return to the truth is to live in the sun.
Three days of fixed phase of the metaphysical, a gas must be heard wonderful more different.
They are not the same as in the past, but the old ones are from the beginning.