Oh, Captain! My Captain!
---By Walt Whitman
Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is worn,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red!
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'
For you the heart heart! you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here, Captain! Dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale. does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse or will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult, O Shores! and ring, O bell!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Chinese translation:
Captain! My Captain!
Walter? Whitman
Ah, Captain! My Captain! The dreadful voyage is done;
The ship has risked everything, and the goal sought has been attained.
The harbor is in sight, the bells are ringing, the people are rejoicing.
Millions of eyes watched the ship ---- smooth, brave and determined.
But it hurts! Ache! Painful!
Look at a drop of bright red blood!
On the deck lay my captain,
He to go down, cold, for ever.
Ah, Captain! My captain! Arise, and listen to the bells;
Arise, the trumpets are long for thee, and the flags are high for thee;
Welcome thee, how many bouquets of flowers and wreaths of flowers ---- are waiting for thee, and ten millions of men flock to the shore;
They shout to thee, and crowd about, and look up with eager faces;
Ah, Captain! dear father!
My arms hold your head!
May it be a dream: on deck
You to go down, cold, for ever.
My captain was silent, his lips white, unmoving;
My father did not feel my arm, no pulse, no last words;
The ship anchored and stopped, safe and sound; the voyage was over;
The return voyage through the hardships and dangers of the voyage, and the goal of victory was captured.
Ah, the bells on shore were ringing, ah, the people were rejoicing!
But I was on deck, beside the captain,
With a sad heart and a heavy step:
For he went down, cold, for ever.
Touching:
With Rue My Heart Is Laden
With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
< p>And many a lightfoot lad.By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade. In fields where roses fade.
--A.E. Housman
Translated by Shi Yingzhou:
My heart is laden with sorrow
My heart is laden with sorrow
For the sake of my gold and stone deceased,
For the sake of how many rose-lipped maidens,
For the sake of how many short-footed boys. How many short-footed youths.
On the banks of the wide, hard-to-cross streams,
The heads of the short-footed youths are buried,
and the rose-lipped maidens sleep in the fields where the roses have fallen
in the fields where the roses have fallen.
Translated by tommyleea:
The Sorrowful Fullness of Heart
What is the sorrowful fullness of heart
Golden and jade and good friends have all passed away
How many moth-eyed and red faces
How many young men of the shortest foot
Streams wide may not leap
Even though youthful steps are light and strong
The maidens of the rose-lipped heart are long laid to sleep
In fields where roses fall The rose fades
"If life deceives you"
(1825) Pushkin
If life deceives you,
do not be melancholy or indignant!
Restrain yourself for a while when it does not go your way,
and believe, the day of joy will come.
Our hearts long for the future,
The present is always sad:
Everything is temporary, and passes away,
And that which passes away will become lovely.
If by life you were deceived
Don't be dismal,don't be wild
In the day of grief,be mild
Merry days will come believe
Heart is living in tomorrow
Present is dejected here
In a moment,passes sorrow
That which passes will be dear
When you are old (a classic among love poetry classics)
Yeats
Yeats
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look,
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
and loved your beauty with love false or full of sleep.
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
and loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled,
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. face amid a crowd of stars.
Irish poet W.B. Yeats: Down by the Willow Garden
Down by the sally garden
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
Down by the salley gardens , my love and I did meet.
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
She bade me take love easy, as the new leaves sprout on the branches.
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
In a field by the river my love and I used to stand.
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
She leaned on my shoulder with her small snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
She bade me live easy, as the grass grows on the weirs.
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
Down by the Salley Gardens
My love and I did meet My love and I did meet
She passed the Salley Gardens
With little snow- With little snow- white feet
She bid me take love easy
As the leaves grow on the tree
But I being young and foolish But I was young and foolish
With her would not agree Without ever listening to her
In a field by the river
My love and I did stand And on my leaning shoulder And on my leaning shoulder
She laid her snow-white hand on which she leaned
She bid me take life easy
As the grass grows on the weirs like the tough grass on the weirs
But I was young and foolish but I was so young and ignorant
And now am full of tears
Down by the Salley Gardens
My love and I did My love and I did meet
She passed the Salley Gardens
With little snow-white feet
She bid me take love easy
As the leaves grow, she asked me to take love easy. >
As the leaves grow on the tree
But I being young and foolish
With her would not agree to listen to her heart
But I was young and foolish But I was so young and foolish
And now am full of tears
This song is based on Yeats's poem of the same name, Down By the Salley Garden, which was originally translated as In the Willow Garden, and was written by Yeats in his early years. His early poems have beautiful rhymes, delicate feelings, gorgeous diction and strong symbolism, and are clearly influenced by British Romanticism and French Symbolism.
This poem seems to be simple, but it reveals the philosophy of life to people: people should follow the nature of love and life, just like "green leaves grow on the branches of trees", "grass grows on the river weir". Otherwise, it will be a life-long mistake because of a moment's "stupidity".
This poem is very beautiful and gives a very ethereal feeling, and the music is great, giving you the feeling of being in the sea.
It has the melancholy of blue; the freshness of green; the calmness of white.
Lu Xun's poems (61)
Three Farewells to My Brothers--February, 1900
The days of Mercedes Benz are spent in a desperate attempt to make a living, and the younger brothers are parted from each other.
The most poignant place to be is when the rain comes on a long night of lonely cheeses.
It's not long before I leave my home again, and I'll be saddened by the end of the day.
There are ten thousand willow trees along the road, and they are all broken-hearted flowers.
It's been a long time since I've been away from my family, and I've been sending my boat on the wind.
There is one thing I would like to remember: the success or failure of an article is not up to heaven.
The Lotus People (1900)
The Nymphoids are in the land of the immortals, and the winds are still blowing and the fragrance of jasper is still being heard.
The shadow of the heron does not come in the fall, and the reed flowers are accompanied by the dew [氵襄][氵襄].
Sweeping away the putty and powder to present the bones of the wind, shedding the red dress to learn the light makeup.
To Lianxi, I would like to call it a pure plant, and I will not fall into the cold pond with the leftover leaves.
Gengzi Zaojie (1901)
Only the chicken and the sugar, and the clothes for the incense.
There is nothing in the house but the yellow sheep.
Sacrifice to the God of Books (1901)
Superior chapter of the year of sleepy dun, Jazi Festival of Poetry Eve, Huiji Jiajiansheng, etc., I would like to cold spring cold Hua, the book god long grace, and embellished with slang said:
This year's eve and the New Year's Eve, the flame of the fragrance of the flame of the flame of the candle flame red.
The God of Money is drunk and the money slaves are busy.
When the banquet opens, the wine smells good, and the night grows longer.
People are clamoring to get drunk, and who will recommend you for a goblet of wine?
There are still some books left, so I'm going to call out to you and tell you that you're coming to my house.
The flag of Hunan Province is a public carriage, and it is a moth-eaten fish.
Cold springs, chrysanthemums and minced pork, reciting "Li Sao" for your amusement.
There is no need for you to come here. Your friend, the Lacquer Princess, is the Marquis of Guancheng.
To the sea of pens, I am proud of myself, and to the mound of literature I am drowning.
Why not guide the pulse and hope to ascend to the immortal Ruoxi, lead the moth-eaten fish to swim.
Rustic and rude people are the enemy of the king; don't make them fulfill the threshold and add to the king's shame.
If you don't listen to me, I will stop you in your tracks, and show you what I'm talking about.
Let Guancheng get out of the way, so that he will be in mourning.
It would be better to invite the book addicts to come to the poetry prisoners, and the king will guard me and be happy.
On the other hand, if you want to buy a different kind of book, you should buy a different kind of book to pay for it.
Four rhymes about flowers - in rhyme with the master of the Spring Garden in Xiangzhou (1901)
The dream of the birds' cries and bells' whispers often haunts me, and I stand idly in the shade of the flowers and look forward to the sunny days.
Scared of the red flying with the butterflies, happy with the blue growing around the steps.
There is a lot of jealousy in the world, and there is a lot of love in the world when it comes to leaving.
Mostly, it's a sadness that I can't understand, but it's the rain that sends the sound of autumn to the four eaves.
They are the most important thing that you can do to make your life easier.
The rain is coming, and the wind is blowing.
Do not teach the flute in the sunset, and step on the spring sun across the boardwalk.
If you are afraid that the geese will return to the city in the new fall, you will have to carry the wine in your boat and swing the sculling boat.
The rain was light and cold in February, and it was not because of the red beans that I began to think of each other.
The underclothing and clogs add to the despair, but the bamboo hedge is a good protector.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman with a heart of gold in her sleeve, and I've never seen a woman with a blue tail in her mouth.
No matter what you do, the spring breeze will come, and the confederation will be all over the garden.
They are the most important of all, but they are the most important of all, and they are the most important of all.
Outside the room, the only place to stay is on the ground, and it's a good thing that you've got a day to raise flowers.
The bird of prey **** the spring will go, the show field is happy to meet the red want to be.
They are the first to be able to use the same kind of technology in the world, and they are the first to be able to use the same kind of technology in the world.
Three Songs of Farewell to My Brothers--February, Xinchou and Trek (1901)
Dreaming of my hometown, and believing in the bitterness of the world.
Leaning on the bed in the middle of the night, I remembered my brothers, when the moon was bright and the lamps were like beans.
The boat stops at the end of the day at the old nursery, and the hedge surrounds the house and the trees are intertwined.
It is a disappointing memory of the joys of my home town, when will I hold the urn and raise more flowers?
It is easy to send off the year in the spring breeze, and the boat sails at night with a row on the smoke wave.
What is it that makes me so proud of the ridge, and what is it that makes me so proud of myself?
Self-Intitled Portrait (1903)
There is no way to escape from the God's vector in Lingtai, and the wind and rain are like a rock darkening the old garden.
Sending the cold star to Tsuen Wan, I recommend my blood to Xuan Yuan.
Three chapters on Fan Jun (1912)
The day of the storm, I remember Fan Ainong.
We are all in the same boat, but we are all in the same boat, and we are all in the same boat.
The taste of the world is bitter, and the way of the world is poor.
Why did you leave in March?
The seaweed is the most beautiful thing in the world, and I've been in a different country for many years.
The fox has gone to his den, but the peach has already appeared on the scene.
The cold clouds in my hometown are evil, and the night is long in the hot sky.
Can I get rid of my worries by sinking into the cold water alone?
To discuss the current world, Mr. Wine Guy.
This is the first time I've ever been to the United States, and I'm not sure if I've ever been to the United States.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man with a big heart, and I've never seen a man with a big heart, and I've never seen a man with a big heart.
The clouds of the deceased have been scattered, and I am also waiting for the dust!
Relief for Beanstalks (1925)
The beanstalks are boiling in the kettle, and the beanstalks are crying under the kettle.
I've cooked you with ashes, just in time to hold a chair.
Hanging Lu Sao (1928)
Taking off his hat and carrying lead out, Mr. Gaidai is poor.
The head traveled ten thousand miles, lost the plan to create children.
For Wu Qishan (1931)
Twenty years living in Shanghai, I see China every day:
If I am sick, I don't ask for medicine, and only when I am bored do I read.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man's face change, and the number of heads I've chopped off is growing.
Suddenly, they are out of the field again.
Long Nights in Spring (1931)
Long Nights in Spring (1931)
Long Nights in Spring (1931)
Long Nights in Spring (1931)
Long Nights in Spring (1931)
Long Nights in Spring (1931)
The woman with her child has silk on her hair.
The tears of a loving mother in my dreams, and the flag of the king at the top of the city.
It is not easy for me to see that my friends have become new ghosts, and I am looking for a poem to read.
There is no place to write when you have finished your poem, but the moonlight shines like water on the Velvet.
Sending O.E. Jun back to China with the orchid (1931)
The pepper burned and the laurel folded.
It is not a pity that we have to leave our homeland as drunken as a thorn.
Untitled (1931)
There are many hooks and thorns in the field and war clouds in the sky.
How many houses are in spring? The music is solemn.
The Qin are drunk in the lower lands, and the Yue in the middle stream.
The winds have swept the land, and the trees have grown old.
For a Japanese singer (1931)
The beautiful scenery of the spring river is still there, and the faraway soldier is traveling here.
Don't look to the distant sky for songs and dances, the Journey to the West has been performed to seal the gods.
Song of Xiang Ling (1931)
In the past, I heard that the water of Hunan was as blue as dye, but now I hear that the water of Hunan is rouge.
The Xiangling is made up to shine on the Xiangshui, bright as the moon peeping through the tongyun.
The high hill is lonely and horrified at night, and there is no spring left for the fragrant Tsuen to fall.
The drums are finished, and the people don't hear them, but the peace and prosperity of the world is at their doorstep.
Two Untitled Songs (1931)
The river flows eastward day and night, and the heroes travel far and wide.
The six generations of Cherry Blossoms have become an old dream, and the moon is like a hook on the stone city.
The broken halberd is buried by the Rain Flower Terrace, and the remaining microwaves are in the Mo Chou Lake.
The beauty that I thought of was not visible, but I remembered the river and the sky.
Sending Masuda Shibukun back to China (1931)
Fusang is the perfect place to enjoy autumn, and the maple leaves are like daffodils shining on the young and cold.
But the poplars are folded to send the returnees home, and my heart remembers the years of China with the east rows of horses.
Answer to the Guest's Cynicism (1931)
It may not be true to be a hero to be merciless, how can a compassionate son not be a husband?
Do you know that the wind is blowing wildly, but when you look back, you will see a small Yu Cu?
Untitled (1932)
The blood of the Central Plains fertilizes the grass, and the cold condenses the earth into spring.
The heroes are all sick, and the crows are crying in the evening in Chongling.
Once in a while (1932)
What do you want to do with your article? I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm sure that I'm going to be able to do it.
I hate that the forest is so sparse, and that the orchids and chrysanthemums are not all at the same time.
Presented to Pengzi (1932)
Suddenly, the fairy came down to the blue sky, and the two cloud cars brought the spiritual children.
Poor Pengzi is not the son of heaven, but he flees and sucks the north wind.
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The war clouds have temporarily restrained the remnants of spring in the heavy artillery Qing song two silent.
I don't have any poem to send me home, but I wish for peace from the bottom of my heart.
Self-deprecation (1932)
What do I want to do with my fortune? I have not dared to turn over my head.
The broken cap covers my face in the downtown area, and the leaky boat carries wine in the midstream.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man with a broken hat and a broken face in the middle of the city.
It's a good thing to hide in a small building, regardless of winter, summer, spring and fall.
Four Songs by Professors (1932)
It's not like I'm going to kill myself, but I'm going to pass my forties in a leisurely manner.
Why not gamble on the fat head against the dialectic?
Pity the poor star of Vega, turned into a horseman's wife.
The magpies are not coming, the milk road is long.
There is literature in the world, and young girls have plump buttocks.
Chicken soup instead of pork.
Celebrities choose novels, and the number of lines is limited.
Though I have binoculars, I can't help but be nearsighted.
What I've heard (1932)
The lights were shining on the banquet and the door was open, and the girls were wearing make-up to serve the jade bottles.
Suddenly I remembered the scorched earth of my loved ones, and pretended to look at the socks to hide my tears.
Two Untitled Songs (1932)
Hometown is dark and locked with dark clouds, and the distant night is far away from the spring.
Why should I be disappointed at the end of the year when I can hold a goblet of wine and eat dolphins?
Wuwa's teeth are singing in the willow branches, and when the wine is gone, the people are quiet in the twilight of spring.
The old dream of being drunk for no reason, I remembered Zi Gui in the shade of the lamp.
Untitled (1932)
The sky is high in the dongting wood, and the eyebrows are scarlet.
Someone on the banks of the river can't sing, but the waves of autumn are so vast that I can't see the departures.
On New Year's Day of the 22nd year (1933)
The clouds sealed the high mountain to protect the generals, and the thunder struck the cold spring to destroy the people.
In the end, it's not as good as the rented world, and the sound of playing cards is the sound of a new spring.
Gift to a Painter (1933)
The wind is blowing in the darkness of a thousand forests under the white sky, and the fog is blocking the sky with a hundred flowers.
I wish to beg the painter for a new idea, and only study the vermilion ink to make spring mountains.
Student and the Jade Buddha (1933)
The lonely empty city is there, and the antiques are moving in a hurry.
The chief boasts a big mouth, the face relies on the center.
What is the reason for the disturbance? The only thing you can do is to run away and feel sorry for yourself.
The Buddha is not worth a penny.
Peeling off Cui Hao's poem on the Yellow Crane Tower to hang the university students (1933)
The broads have already ridden on the culture to go, and this place is empty of the culture city.
The culture is gone, and the ancient city is cold and quiet for thousands of years.
Specialized fleet of cars stand in front of the door, bad luck heavy college students.
Where is the resistance to the thinning of the sun, no one is surprised by the fireworks.
The title "Scream" (1933)
The article is written on the website, and it is against the world.
The destruction of the book can be destroyed, but the voice on the paper remains empty.
The title of the book is "Wandering" (1933)
Lonely new literature, peaceful old battlefield.
There is one pawn left in two rooms, and he is at a loss for words.
Mourning Yang Quan (1933)
Isn't there any love like the old days, when flowers blossomed and fell?
When will I shed tears in the rain of Jiangnan?
Title Sanyi Tower (1933)
Sanyi Tower, China Shanghai Zhabei Sanyi Lane, the remains of the turtles buried bones of the tower also, in Japan, farmers **** built.
Running thunder flying flaring wipe out the son of man, defeated wells and walls left hungry turtledoves.
Occasionally, the big heart away from the fire house, the end of the tower to read Yingzhou.
The bird of prey is still dreaming of a stone, and the fighter is determined to fight against the flow.
The brothers are still there after all the troubles, so we can laugh and forget about them.
Untitled (1933)
There are many flying generals in Yu's domain, but there are still people left in the snail's hut.
Invited to the bottom of the pool at night to celebrate the Emperor's benevolence.
Mourning Ding Jun (1933)
Ru Pan night air pressure heavy building, cut willow spring wind road nine autumn.
The Yao Se condenses the dust to clear the grudges, the poor no daughter to shine high hill.
Two Songs for a Gift (1933)
The bright-eyed Vietnamese girl has stopped her morning makeup, and the Nymphoids and lotus winds are from her old hometown.
Singing all the new lyrics, I can't see, the early clouds are like fire on the sunny river.
The Qin girl was so proud of her jade kite, and the night breeze was so light that it made the dust on the beams fly.
The sound of the icy strings was not heard for a while, but the sound of the running stars was heard.
Untitled (1933)
The spirit of Xiangling is clear, and the chaste winds of Jiuwan are soothing.
Without the help of Xiao Aimi, I have become a migrant and have been able to spread my warmth.
Untitled (1933)
The smoke and water are ordinary things, and the deserted village is a fisherman.
It was a drunken night, and there was nowhere to find a mushroom.
Preventing Yu Dafu from Moving to Hangzhou (1933)
Qian Wang Deng is still on vacation, but Wu Xiang can't be found with the waves.
Pingchu sun and hate healthy quill, Xiaoshan incense full of shelter high cen.
The grave altar is cold, the general's lake is cold, the plum crane is desolate, the scholar's forest.
What is the difference between a family trip to a distant land and a stormy sea?
The newspaper reported on the encephalitis play (1934)
How can the horizontal eyebrow be taken away from the moth-eyebrow, but it is not expected to violate the hearts of the women.
The curse is now different, but the brain is like ice.
Untitled (1934)
There is no Artemisia in all the houses, and I dare to sing a song to move the ground.
The heart of the matter is so vast and vast that I can hear the thunder in the silence.
Autumn Night Feelings (1934)
Behind the curtain of Cherry Blossom, the cypress and chestnut bushes are a dojo.
Watch the emperor teach the grasses to change, and the misty sun decorates the deserted fields.
Where can I find the fruit of the cheese for a thousand Buddhas, and the lotus flower for a six-star man?
The rooster crows in the middle of the night and the wind and rain gather, and the smoke rolls up and feels the new cool.
Written in the late fall of 1935
It was once a shock to see the world in autumn, and I dared to send the spring warmth to the end of my pen.
The sea of dust and the pale mane sinks a hundred senses, and the golden wind sullies a thousand officials.
Horrified to hear the silence of the deserted chickens, I got up to see the starry night.
Ten of the most readable modern poems ------
In the presence of these works, I realized what it means to be high on the mountain. Whether you like poetry or not, but as long as you have Chinese as your mother tongue, these works are worth reading seriously.
Any wonderful language will pale in front of these works, I only have strong recommendations:
One, the tenth, Yu Guangzhong's "Waiting for You, in the Rain":
Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rainbow rain
Cicadas sinking down, frogs rising up
The pool of red lotus is like a red flame, in the rain
It is the same, if you come or not, I feel that
If you come or not, I will be able to feel that you are not the same, I will be able to feel the same. I feel
every lotus looks like you
especially in the dusk, in this drizzle
eternity, moment, moment, eternity
waiting for you, outside of time, inside of time,
waiting for you, in the moment, in the eternity
If your hand is in mine, at this very moment
if your fragrance is in my hand, at this very moment
If you are in my hand, at this very moment
In my nostrils, I would say, "Lover"
No, this hand should be picking lotus flowers, in the Wu Palace
This hand should be
Shaking a cinnamon stick, in the Magnolia Boat
One star hangs from the eaves of the Science Museum
Earrings like pendants hang
The Swiss watch says it is already seven o'clock, and suddenly you are walking
This is the moment when the red lotus after the rain is walking, and the red lotus after the rain is walking. The red lotus after the rain, fluttering, you come
Like a small decree
From a love story you come
From Jiang Baishi's words, rhyming, you come
I have read a lot of comments about this poem, the deepest impression is about the Museum of Science and the Swiss watch that section of the text is wonderful, said that it is a combination of classical and modern clouds, but, personally I think that the appearance of these two imagery may be the only failure of this poem, the suit and melon hat with how people look uncomfortable.
Second, the ninth, Lin Huiyin's "smile":
She smiled at her eyes, lips,
and the rounded edges of her lips.
Colorful as dewdrops,
Doddling laughter hides toward the flash of
shell teeth.
It was laughter - the laughter of God, the laughter of beauty:
The reflection of the water, the soft song of the wind.
Laughing were her sylvan curls,
loose next to her ears.
Light and soft as the shadow of a flower,
Tickling sweetness
Surges into your heart.
It was laughter - the laughter of a poem, the laughter of a painting:
the lingering traces of clouds, the soft waves of waves.
It is said that Xu Zhimo started to write poems because of his love for this talented woman, however, Lin Huiyin finally chose Liang Sicheng, and many people later knew the name because of this allusion. I think a name that can write such works does not need to be memorized with the help of allusions.
Three, the eighth, the abolition of the name of the "star":
The sky is full of stars,
Each one of them is said to be an eternal spring flower.
Shadows of begonias on the east wall,
The clusters say they are the eternal autumn moon.
Waking up in the morning is a winter night's dream.
Last night half of the night stars,
Clean really as bright net,
Sparse but not lost,
Spring flowers and autumn moon are also all of the,
Son is not a fish an know fish.
Feng Wenshang incorporated his cool Laozhuang into his poems, and ideas flowed everywhere in his works. Those so-called philosophical poems are not in the same league as his.
Fourth, seventh, Bian Zhilin's "Broken Chapter":
You are standing on a bridge looking at the scenery,
The people who are looking at the scenery are looking at you from upstairs.
The bright moon decorates your window,
you decorate other people's dreams.
Of all the works titled with a broken chapter, this one is the most famous. However, many authoritative critics have interpreted it in a way that the author himself could not agree with.
Fifth, sixth, Zheng Chouyu's "Mistakes":
I have walked through Jiangnan
The face that waits for the seasons is like the opening and closing of a lotus flower
The east wind doesn't come, and the willows don't fly in March
You are like a small lonely city
Just like a verdant stone street at night
The stinging sound doesn't sound, and the curtains don't open in March
You are like a small lonesome city
The stinging sound doesn't sound, and the curtains don't open in March
You are like a small lonesome town in your mind. p>
Your heart is a tiny window casement tightly closed
My Dada's hoofs are a beautiful mistake
I'm not a returnee, I'm a passer-by ......
Perhaps this mistake is not only for the person in the window, but also for the passer-by, because the person in the window is waiting for someone who is not him. Many of Zheng Chouyu's poems are worth reading, especially "Mistress".
Sixth and fifth, Wen Yiduo's "Stagnant Water":
This is a ditch of despairing stagnant water,
The breeze can't blow half a ripple.
How about throwing some more broken copper and iron,
Cool splash your leftovers.
Perhaps the copper to green into emerald,
The tin cans embroidered a few petals of peach blossom;
And then let the greasy weave a layer of Luo Yi,
Mold to him steamed out some clouds.
Let the stagnant water leaven into a ditch of green wine,
floated with pearl-like white froth;
the little beads laughed and turned into big beads,
and were bitten through by the flower mosquitoes that stole the wine.
Then a ditch of desperate stagnant water,
qualifies for a few moments of starkness.
If the frogs can't stand the loneliness,
And count the stagnant water called out a song.
This is a ditch of desperate stagnant water,
This is not a place of beauty,
It is better to let the ugliness to reclaim,
Look at what kind of a world he has made.
Only a man of such character could have written such a work.
Seven, the fourth, Feng Zhi's "Snake":
My loneliness is a long snake,
cold and speechless--
Lady, in case you dream of it,
make no mistake, don't be frightened!
It is my faithful companion,
With warm thoughts of home in its heart:
It is thinking of the dense meadows,
--
On your head, the thick, dark silk.
It moonlighted softly,
and dived from you;
and carried your dreams for me,
like a scarlet flower.
Feng Zhi was called by Lu Xun "the most outstanding lyric poet in China, and the only one who can write such works. His "Night in the South" is also so good that one is speechless.
Eighth, third, He Qifang's "Prophecy":
The day of this one heartbeat has finally arrived.
The sighing footsteps of your night
I can hear not the whispers of the forest leaves and the night wind,
the broken hoofbeats of the elk galloping across the mossy path.
Tell me, tell me with your silver-bell song
Are you the young god of prophecy?
You must have come from the warm south,
Tell me of the moonlight there, of the sunlight there,
Tell me how the spring winds blow away the flowers,
and how the swallows are infatuated with the green poplars.
I will close my eyes and sleep in your dreamlike song,
the warmth of which I seem to remember and forget.
Please stop, stop your weary running,
Come in, there's a tiger-skin mattress for you to sit on,
Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every fall,
Listen to me sing my own song in a low voice.
The song will be as somber and high as the firelight,
and the firelight will tell my whole life.
Don't go forward, there is a boundless forest ahead,
The ancient trees show the markings of the beasts,
the half-life and half-death of the vines are intertwined like a python,
and not a single star can be missed in the dense foliage.
You will be too timid to take the second step,
when you hear the echo of the first.
Must you go, please wait for me to walk with you,
My feet know every peaceful path,
I can keep on singing the song of forgetfulness,
and give you, again, the warmth of your hand.
When the thick blackness of the night cuts us off,
you can look into my eyes with a roll of the eyes.
And my thrilling song you would not hear,
And your feet would not pause for my trembling,
Like a still breeze drifting through this twilight,
Disappeared, disappeared your proud footsteps ......
How, at last, you have come as the prophecy said, breathless
Gone speechless, young god?
What is the limit of linguistic splendor? This one is. And of course his Dream Songs and Garlands.
Nine, the second, Dai Wangshu's Rainy Lane:
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone
in the long, long
and lonesome Rainy Lane,
I hoped to meet
a girl with sorrows like lilacs
.
She has the color of lilacs,
the fragrance of lilacs,
the sadness of lilacs,
sadness in the rain,
sadness and wandering;
She wanders in the lonely rainy alleys,
with an umbrella in her hands,
like me,
like me,
walking silently. p>
walking silently,
cold, bleak, and despondent.
She approached in silence, approached, and cast
a too-breathless glance
She drifted by Like a dream,
like a dream, poignant and confused.
Like a dream she floated by
A lilac branch,
This wench floated by me;
She was silent and far, far, far away,
To the decaying hedge-wall,
Walking down this rainy lane.
In the dirge of the rain,
dissipated her color,
dissipated her fragrance,
dissipated, even her
taiyo-like gaze,
lilac-like melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
wandering in the long, long
and lonesome rainy alleys,
I hope to float past
a lilac-like
girl with a sorrowful heart.
The first of the new poetic metre, and the first classic of the new poetry. There are a lot of his works that are good, so look them up if you're interested.
Ten, the first, Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Kangqiao":
Gently I go,
just as I gently come;
I gently waved,
Farewell to the clouds of the western sky.
The golden willows along the river,
are the bride in the sunset;
the colorful shadows in the waves,
swirl in my heart.
The green floating heart on the soft mud,
oiled and waving under the water;
in the soft waves of the Kang River,
I am willing to be a water plant!
The pool under the shade of the elm,
isn't a clear spring,
it's a rainbow in the sky crumbled between the floating algae,
precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Dreams? Holding a Penny,
To the grass is more green roaming,
Loaded a boat full of starlight,
In the starlight splendor to sing.
But I can't play a song,
Silence is the parting psalm;
Summer bugs are silent for me, too,
Silence is tonight's Kangqiao.
Quietly I go,
just as I came quietly;
I wave my sleeve,
without taking away a cloud.
I don't think this poem is better than "Rainy Lane", and overall it's not as good. But there is no way, there are two lines that are indeed wonderful lines, and I don't need to say those two lines.