Rose ? Where are our roses, ? My friends? ? This child of the morning sun, ? This rose has withered.
? Do not say: ? Youth is so wasted! Don't say: ? Life is so joyful! Quickly tell my rose, ? How sorry I am for her. And tell me, by the way, where the lilies are blooming. Our roses flowers Where are my friends?The glory of the children,Roses - it faded.Do not say:Youth and so the wilting process! Do not say:Youth and so the wilting process!Do not say:This is the joy of life!Go on a flower talk:Farewell, I pity you!Then means to us:Lilies are in full bloom. Pushkin's poem is a representation of life with the imagery of roses and lilies.
The fading of the rose cannot be said to be pleasant, but it does not mean that everything is over, look, the lilies are in full bloom. The author is telling people that there is misfortune and pain in life, but there is also happiness and joy; when God closes a window in front of you, he will open another window for you at the same time.
So, when misfortune and pain come, there is no need to force a smile, and there is no need to be pessimistic and despairing, but to face it openly, and to see the happiness and joy in life that exists at the same time.
However, there is always a time when flowers bloom and roses fall behind. The rose of youth is gradually fading, but I hope that the color of the gorgeous submerged into the heart, precipitated into the inner aroma, in the heart of a clump of lilies in full bloom.
Even the most beautiful roses have withered, as "youth is so withered"! This is a natural life presents the most natural state, then instead of resisting, it is better to accept, in her sprouting, blooming, savor, slowly enjoy, as if she will be eternally beautiful, when she is no longer young, beautiful, withered a remnant of the red, let's put away her beauty, her heart, and always remember that she has been beautiful, proudly walked. Rose gone, meet the lily it, before the outer youth has not disappeared before the beautiful implanted in the heart, so that the heart brewed eternal beauty of life and style.
? According to scholarly analysis, the image of the two flowers in Pushkin's poem are taken from the rose, which symbolizes youth in Vyazemky's To a Friend, and the lily, which symbolizes inner beauty and the power of life in Karamzin's A Russian Traveler's Epistle. Pushkin was sentimental, keenly aware of the feelings and inner world of nature's flowers, so he introduced nature's flowers into his own subjective world, giving them the image of human society, youthful and passionate as a rose when he was young, and with the fading of the rose, he could still emanate from the heart of the lily-like calmness, lightness, and eternal beauty.
Pushkin's "The Nightingale and the Rose" Saturday, February 14, 2009 09:40 In the quiet garden, in the dimness of the spring night, the nightingale sings on the fragrant rose's branch, but the lovely rose is indifferent, and does not listen, but only dozes and shakes in the adoration of the song of praise. The rose, she doesn't need the poet's song of praise, she only needs the reality of the richness and the vanity of the enjoyment of the world, sober up. Poet, what do you seek but to bring eternity to the poet and his poetry, and to the friends who care for and love them, and what else can you bring to yourself? Is it only to make the heart that longs for love suffer continual loss? Are you not like the rose, a cold beauty, who hears not and heeds not the poet's song, and who, in all her splendor, is silent to your appeals? In the quiet garden, In the spring night of obscuration The Nightingale in Roses wee sing on But lovely rose trembles Do not listen, just that adore mantra in NAP and shaking Rose, she doesn't need the poet's Carol She only needs, the reality of the rich and vain pleasures Wake up, poet What is your quest? Do you let the poet and his poetry, As well as concerned about friends who love them Bring together forever You can give yourself? You don't like it is and roses Is a cold beauty She wouldn't listen also to ignore the poet's voice She is so beautiful, You cry was reported with silence. The Nightingale and the rose Garden Silent Spring, in the face of the night of drapes, An Oriental Nightingale at Rose's singing above. But lovely rose has feel ignored, Listen to see love hymn was put to fro, tireless State. Can't you just sing the beauty of the cold? People do not listen to you a poet, she is indifferent: You see - she in the open; you call - but no response. The nightingale and the rose The garden is silent, it is spring, and facing the mantle of night, an eastern nightingale stands above the rose and sings.
But the lovely rose has no feeling, and pays no attention, and swings to and fro in a weary manner, listening to love's song. Is this how you sing of that cold beauty? Wake up, poet, what are you searching for? People do not listen to you poet, she is indifferent: you see - she is opening; you call - but there is no response.
Ah, rose girl Pushkin Ah, rose girl, I was imprisoned; But I am not ashamed of your yoke: As the nightingale in the laurel, The feathered king of the forest singers, Lives in sweet captivity, near the fair and proud rose, And in the darkness of the lustful night, Sings softly for her. imprisoned; But I do not take your shackles and shame: As in the Nightingale in Lauryl witches, This forest has a feather of singers, King Live in the sweet captivity, Close to the beautiful and proud rose, In the darkness of the night of lust, Singing softly for her. Captivity, Close to the beautiful and proud of roses, In the dark night of passion, As she sang with gentleness. There is a lovely rose There is a lovely rose. It In the West salad surprised, before Open, Carmine, gorgeous handsome,Venus kind praise it.Frost breath but in vain,It .
2. Seek Pushkin's poem RoseSorry, just found this version of the following:
"Die Rose"
Wo ist unsre Rose, Where has our rose gone,
Freunde, hin? my friends?
Es welkte die Rose, the rose has withered,
Kinder der Früh. Those are the children of the morning sun.
Doch sage nie: Do not say:
So welkt die Jugend!
Doch sage nie: Don't say:
Des Lebens Sinn!
Das Blümchen beklage: Go to the little flower and say:
Verzeih, tust mir leid!
Und auf die Lilie Please show me,
Statt dessen zeig. Where is the lily?
P.S.
Pushkin's The Rose, composed before 1817. It is generally arranged after "My Epitaph". This arrangement is not accidental. A sixteen-year-old "child" wrote an "epitaph" for himself. What does this mean? It shows the poet's break with the wasted life of the past. He wants to announce that the "old self" is dead and he wants to start a new life. The poem "The Rose" is written under this kind of emotion. The poet does not limit his attention to himself. He also hopes that the young people who lived like him in the past will join him in abandoning their attachment to the old life and moving bravely towards a new life.
Although the past life was "nothing", it was after all "a good time". There, there are still his "already withered roses". On the one hand, he envisioned a new life, but at the same time, he could not forget the old "good times" and "roses" of the "love".
3. There are poems or words in praise of the yellow roseThis is downloaded from the Internet,
You refer to it?
A song, called my rose has lost its tenderness The whole body is full of thorns Night and day in the ear to stab me When I pull out the teardrops from the corner of the flower's eye To dry in the wind, I vaguely see The bones of love clench their fists over and over again
How I would like to, in the language of poetry Lift you high Yellow rose, you are the most beautiful one in my heart My eyes are full of tears Looking at you over and over again Fingers dripping with blood are gently folding up the night On the
A bee, around the autumn, stings the silent life I will be the secret of the heart in the moon, a petal to open the shadow of the flowers shattered on the ground. I can not use the silence of the summer insects to pick up the love
4. Rose the poem Pushkin to express the thoughts and feelingsPushkin's "The Rose", composed before 1817. It is generally arranged after "My Epitaph". This arrangement is not accidental. A sixteen-year-old "child" wrote an "epitaph" for himself. What does this mean? It shows the poet's break with the wasted life of the past. He wants to announce that the "old self" is dead and he wants to start a new life. The poem "The Rose" is written under this kind of emotion. The poet does not limit his attention to himself. He also hopes that the young people who lived like him in the past will join him in abandoning their attachment to the old life and moving bravely towards a new life.
Although the past life was "nothing", it was after all "a good time". There, there are still his "already withered roses". On the one hand, he envisioned a new life, but at the same time can not forget the old "good times" and "roses" "stay".
5. Quotations and poems about rosesTang - Xu Cui - Sizhi inspector Wuju moved to the rose
The fragrance is moved from the Yue Wang Terrace, the most like roses and planted.
The flora is more beautiful than the colorful paintings, and the name of the rose is a gift.
In the spring, the wind blew away the embroidery, and the sun shone on the sky to open the Qiong Yao.
In order to report to the Zhu Yi early to invite guests, do not teach the fall of the moss.
Tang Yanqian - Roses
Musk cones are burning in a clear prairie, and the sharks are covered in green.
The palace makeup at dawn, the brocade section of the east wind.
I am not sure what I am talking about, but I have no idea what I am talking about.
I don't know what the intention is, the depth of the two shades of red.
Tang - Sikong Shu - and the Li and the Sherman Wing rose sent to the minister Xu
The immortal official Ziwei Lang, strange flowers *** play Fang.
Save the stars rows of green tips, light up the eyes of the red light.
The dark envy of the medicine, remote and straight to the Department of Fragrance.
It is easy for the bees to swim around the branches, and for the birds to get in the way of the stinger.
The dew is wet, and the wind is blowing away the yellow stamens.
The trees are so green and lush, and the screen is so bright and colorful.
It is better to keep a guest than to look at the bamboo.
The song of "Cai Ping" has been passed on to the public, and the thoughts of the people are all over the Hunan province.
Tang Lu Lun - "The Roses of Li Sherman's Quarter" to Minister Xu
The crane alone sends smoke and frost, and the two luan think of the evening fragrance.
The old shade is in Xie's house, and the new color is on the Xiaowei wall.
Butterflies scatter and shake the dew, warblers into the setting sun.
The rain is better than the washcloth, and the wind is more dramatic than the incense.
The sun is broken in a thousand layers of color, and the sun is alone in a single ray of light.
The leaves are few and far between, and the branches are long.
The shadow of the cloth is to be appreciated, and the spring is to be left far away.
I have heard of the gift of Qiong Jiu, and I am ashamed to be recognized.
Tang Dynasty - Li Shujing - The Rose Tree
In the spring, I saw the rose tree, and the western neighbor was the Song family.
The door is deep and dark, and the wall is close to the flowers.
The shadow of the peach shade is shallow, and the fragrance of the plum path is slanting.
The beautiful makeup is worried about the end of the day, snot to the window screen.
Tang Dynasty - Changsun Zuosu - Xianghe Song Dictionary - Palace Grievance
The name of the tree in front of the window is rose, and last year's flowers fell and this year's bloomed.
The ruthless spring color is still aware of the return, the heart of the gentleman suddenly break when to come.
I remembered that in the past, I made up for the battle of the immortals, and the palace was exquisite, and the day was new.
The first time I saw the movie, I was so happy to see the movie, but I didn't know what to expect.
The grass is dyed under the clothes of the article, and the flowers stick to the bed in front of the tent.
Three thousand jade appearance do not boast, twelve gold hairpin alone to each other.
What is the point of having a great deal of success or failure?
The first time I saw this is when I was a young man, and the second time I saw it was when I was a young man.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time coming.
The first intention is to be like a new cypress, but the last hurt is like a capsule.
The deep courtyard was opened and closed alone, and the parrot was scared to fly over the moss.
The old suitcase is full of old clothes, and the stained pillow is full of new tears from the night.
The scar is still sad, and the green bun and green moth have not yet decayed.
I don't want to say that the thick waterproofness of the water will be long and hard to compare, but I want to meet the old sword to chase each other.
The first time I saw a rose, I saw it in the sky, and I saw it in the sky, and I saw it in the sky.
I got a rose,
I can pin it to the phoenix hairpin.
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Willows haunt the bridge green, roses brush the ground red.
The embroidered shirt is a fabulous name, and the bun is a jade-like stone.
The rain is so sweet, and the spring water is so dark.
The first dream of the painting of the building is broken, and the sun shines on the Xiangfeng wind.
Li Shujing
The Rose Tree
In the spring, I saw the rose tree, and the western neighbor was the Song family.
The door is deep and dark, and the wall is close to the flowers.
The door is deep and dark, and the wall is close to the flying flowers.
The shadow of the peach shade is shallow, and the fragrance of the plum path is oblique.
Qi Ji
Roses
Simply like roses, the thorns of the English thorns outside the opening.
The fragrance of the high bushes have shelves, red fall more moss.
The peony is the most beautiful of all the peonies, but it is also the most beautiful of all the butterflies.
The peony has been around for a few days, but it is still in the dust.
Xu Ning
The Peony of Kaiyuan Temple
This flower is hard to grow in the south, and I am ashamed to say that the monk planted it with intention.
The swallows look askance at the peonies, and the bees wander around even more.
The rose is a rose, and the rose is a rose, and the rose is a rose.
The red calyx is only a few buds away, and its fragrance is waiting for the housewife to come
Xu Cui
The lantern flower
Waxed and burned, but better than planted, the red color of Jiu Hua spits out roses.
It is only the cold light of the winter night that tears it down, and it does not open in the warmth of the spring breeze.
It's hard to see because it's a gift, and you can't pick it out for fear that it will turn to dust.
The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.