1. Regarding foreign poetry, who has poems about dreams?
It must be from Russia. Akhmatova's "Dream within a Dream"?
This kiss marks your forehead!
At this moment of separation from you,
Let me say goodbye to you
What you think is true,
My life is just a dream;
If hope has flown far away,
No matter in the night, no matter in the day
No matter if I am thinking hard. No matter it is illusory
Could there be more to be lost?
Everything we have seen and seen
is just a dream within a dream
I stood on the shore and watched the rough waves
Listening to the sea Roaring,
I grabbed a handful of gold-like sand,
and held it in the palm of my hand - very few!
And they still have to slip through the fingers,
and sneak into the deep sea water.
I can only cry----I can only cry!
Oh, God! Could it be that
no matter how tight I hold them,
I won’t be able to hold them firmly?
Oh, God! Could it be that
I can't get even one grain out of the ruthless waves?
Everything we see and hear
Is it just a dream within a dream? 2. Poems describing "beautiful dreams"
1. "Dreams by Li Bai, Part 2"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Floating clouds travel all day long, and wanderers linger for a long time. No.
I dreamed of you frequently for three nights, and I saw your will in person.
Translation: The clouds in the sky are flying here and there all day long. Why do old friends who have traveled far away not come for so long? I always dream about you frequently at night, which shows your deep affection for me.
2. "Meng Wei Zhi"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
At night, we travel hand in hand with dreams, and when we wake up in the morning, we can't hold back the tears.
Zhangpu was ill for three times, and the grass in Xianyang returned to autumn for the eighth time.
Translation: I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and I woke up in the morning with tears streaming down my face without wiping them away. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and grass has been growing in Chang'an for eight years.
3. "Dream Jiangnan: Orchid Embers Falling"
Tang Dynasty: Huangfu Pine
Orchid embers fall, and dark red bananas appear on the screen. I have a leisurely dream of the plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and the sound of the flute on the boat at night. Renyu Yibian Bridge.
Translation: Deeper, the candle is gone, the candlelight is dim, and the canna on the screen is blurred. I was drowsy and finally fell asleep. In my dream, I had been away from Jiangnan for a long time. It was when the green plums were ripe. During the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, I was alone on a boat, holding a bamboo flute, listening to the gentle night rain outside the boat. While playing, I sometimes heard people talking at the pavilion on the bridge, telling unforgettable stories with their long-lost local accents.
4. "One of Two Dreams by Li Bai"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Old friends come into my dream, knowing that I will remember each other forever.
I am afraid that it is not the soul of a lifetime, and the road is far and unpredictable.
Translation: Old friend, you suddenly came to my dream, because you know that I always remember you. You may not be a ghost in the dream. The journey is far away and life and death are difficult to estimate.
5. "Partridge Sky·Dream on Yuanxi"
Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui
Fertile water flows eastward endlessly. At first it was not the same kind of lovesickness.
In my dream, I saw nothing like the painting, and in the secret I was suddenly startled by the cry of a mountain bird.
Translation: The ocean of fat and water flows eastward, and it never stops. If I had known that today would be a miserable day, I really shouldn’t have been suffering from lovesickness in the first place.
The meeting in the dream is always unclear, and the portrait cannot be seen clearly, and this kind of erotic dream is often awakened by the cry of the mountain bird. 3. Foreign quotes about the realization of dreams
1st Floor The happiest thing in the world is to fight for your ideals.
——Socrates The human soul needs ideals more than matter. ——Hugo Ambition is the sprout of noble behavior.
——Moglisi In the best ideal world, everything is designed for the best purpose. ——Voltaire The higher a person’s ideals, the purer his life.
——Voynich If human activities are not inspired by ideals, they will become empty and insignificant. - Chernyshevsky A person's ideal aspirations are often directly proportional to his ability.
——Johnson I would rather be the smallest person among human beings with dreams and the desire to realize their dreams, than be the greatest person with no dreams and no wishes. ——Kahlil Gibran The past belongs to death, and the future belongs to yourself.
——Shelley For young people, the future is a wonderland. ——Serra True generosity to the future is to dedicate everything to the present.
——Camus Our ideals, no matter what, belong to the future. ——Kilet.
4. Poems about foreign countries
Hello: 1. The clouds wet the clothes and I know that Xiu is near. The sound of the spring scares me to sleep and I feel that the stream is approaching. The lonely moon in the sky rides on the current, and the hungry ape in the mountain crows at dawn. Appreciation: Saga It was written by the Emperor (786-842) (reigned 809-823). He was obsessed with Sinology and was quite accomplished in poetry, music, and calligraphy. His calligraphy was known as "the three strokes of the world". This poem is fresh, elegant, and transcendent. A sense of secular world. It is very rare to write such an authentic Tang poem in Japan. 2. Toyotomi himself chanted: "I am like the morning glow falling into the world, coming and going in a flash. Osaka is so majestic and majestic, just like the illusory posture in a dream." Toyotomi Hideyoshi is Hashiba Hideyoshi. This poem was recited before his death) 3 Night Weaving (Trial Translation of Foreign Ancient Poems) The sound of the machine suddenly stopped, and the bright moon in front of the window was like autumn water. The mother wanted to ask but lowered her eyebrows, My soul misses you for thousands of miles. Original poem attached: Oh my god, how could I have the heart to weave? My heart is already filled with love for that person 4 Tagore's English poems. Instead, I use an indifferent heart between you and the person who loves you. Digging a ditch that cannot be crossed. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches growing from the same root but unable to rely on each other in the wind. The furthest distance in the world is not the branches unable to rely on each other, but the stars looking at each other but not. Intersecting trajectories. The furthest distance in the world is not the trajectories between stars. Rather, even if the trajectories intersect, they are nowhere to be found in an instant. The furthest distance in the world is not to be found in an instant, but they are destined to be unable to meet before they meet. The farthest distance in the worldIs not the distance between life and deathBut you don't know I love you when I stand in front of youThe farthest distance in the worldIs not you don't know I love you when I stand in front of youBut I cannot say I love you when I love you so madlyThe farthest distance in the worldIs not I cannot say I love you when I love you so madlyBut I can only bury it in my heart dispite the unbearable yearningThe farthest distance in the worldIs not I can only bury it in my heart dispite the unbearable yearningBut we cannot be together when we love each otherThe farthest distance in the worldIs not we cannot be together when we love each otherBut we pretend caring nothing even we know love is unconquerableThe farthest distance in the worldIs not the distance between two treesBut the branches cannot depend on each other in wind even they
grow from the same rootThe farthest distance in the worldIs not the braches cannot depend on each otherBut two stars cannot meet even they watch each otherThe farthest distance in the worldIs not the track between two starsBut nowhere to search in a tick after two tracks joinThe farthest distance in the worldIs not nowhere to search in a tickBut doomed not to be together before they meetThe farthest distance in the worldIs the distance between fish and birdOne is in the sky, another is in the sea5Yeaths (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 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. When you are old and gray, sleepy and taking a nap by the stove, please write down a poem to recall your past. Your eyes were gentle, the shadows in the corners of your eyes were thick and faint, and how many people loved you when you were young and beautiful. True and false love is nothing more than the temptation of your beauty. Only one person loves you deep in my heart. I also love the holiness of your soul. The painful grooves on your aging face look down beside the red stove and look back sadly to tell how love slips away and runs away. Go to the hills above and hide your face among the stars. Beneath the bare Ben Bul Ben, Yeats lies in the middle of Trumcliff churchyard. An ancestor was the rector there for many years. Zhiyu, a church is nearby, and on the roadside is an ancient cross, without marble tablets and without formulas; On the limestone quarried nearby, there are words carved according to his instructions: To life, to death Give me a cold look, knight, move forward! (The last line is very famous) There are only a few lines in Rabindranath Tagore's I am not sure if it is the whole poem. Haha, you are alone in the boundless loneliness of your soul. The quiet and lonely girl is a lonely lotus in full bloom.
On the branches of love. I once loved you Pushkin. I once loved you: love may not have completely died in my heart; I hope it will no longer bother you, and I don't want to make you sad anymore. I have loved you silently and hopelessly, suffering both shyness and jealousy; I have loved you so sincerely and tenderly, may God bless you, and may another be like me. Love you the same... 5. Ancient poems about sweet dreams
Ouyang Pu’s sentence It’s been the year of dreams since I left home.
Liu Haoxu's sentence: Returning to a dream is like spring water, wandering around my hometown. Xue Ying's poem: The flowers stay in Yue, and the moon returns to Qin in dreams.
Duan Chengshi Sentence: The outbreak of lice prevents you from returning to your dream, and the noise of insects breaks through the dawn. Duan Chengshi's sentence: In the dream, I think about the nectar, and in my words, I cherish the lamp.
Sikong Tu Sentence: The ground is cool, the cranes are dreaming, the forest is quiet and the monks are solemn. Zhao Gu's sentence: The crane returns to Songdao, and the letter is perfect; the wind in Orange Island brings the fragrance of dreams.
Xiong Jiao's poem: After waking up from a dream of being tired of listening to the singing of birds, I am swept away by the fall of flowers and the end of spring. Meng Bin said in a sentence: The fairy bird returned to the sky and dreamed of it, and the Qing Dynasty did not feel good about itself.
Zhang Zi's Dream Sentences: God knows that I remember this person, so that I can see him in my dreams. Li Pin's Sentence: Just a five-character sentence will take a lifetime.
("Bei Meng Suo Yan") Li Yuan's sentence: Three glasses of wine for personnel matters, and a game of chess for the passing of time. ("Northern Dream Suoyan").
Li Jingrang Quote: Chengdu has one hundred thousand households, and it is like a feather. (See "Bei Meng Suoyan") Yang Juyuan's sentence "Three swords dreamed of Yizhou, and one arrow captured Liaocheng."
(See "Chronicle" below). Lu Zhao's sentence: You dream of the moonlight, and you remember the song of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
(See "Yuezhou Prefecture Chronicles"). Han Xie's Three Recollections: When I was sleeping, I was sleepy with spring dreams.
The jade hairpin hangs down from the edge of the pillow. Tan Yongzhi's sentence: The flowing water is familiar with the world, and the fallen flowers are tired of the worldly work.
("Yiseng") Wu Bin's sentence: The mandarin heron guest has not left the trace, but the dream soul first arrived at the partridge village. ("Ci Jie Mu") Linghu Chu's Songs of Xianghe·Five poems on the march to the army.
Even if I dream of returning home, I still hear the sound of a blockage. Linghu Chu's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc You are walking up the mountain, and I am dreaming in your boudoir.
Thousands of jade chopsticks fell, and the silver bed was half empty. Linghu Chu's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Two Songs of Sauvignon Blanc. Sleeping on a beautiful mat in the spring, watching through the screen window at dawn.
In the hazy dream, I am still at home in western Liaoning. Songs and Lyrics of Miscellaneous Songs·Sixth Cheer There is no one in the boudoir candle, but there is a dream soul in Luo Ping.
Recently, the sound has been lost, and I look at the king’s door all day long. Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Longevity Daughter The clouds send rain to Guanxi, and the wind spreads about the autumn in Weibei.
The lonely lamp is like a guest's dream, and the cold pestle is full of homesickness. Songs and Lyrics of Miscellaneous Songs · Dayu Yue (Shang Tiaoqu) It is difficult to wipe out all the tears, and it is easy to sell the broken jade.
The moon goes with the moon, but the dream soul is far away. Wang Ji wrote on the wall of the hotel: Last night the bottle was empty, now the urn is about to be opened.
After interpreting the dream in a dream, he came to the restaurant. Zhang Wenshou's Da Yule's tears are hard to shed, but jade is easy to sell.
If you follow the bright moon, your dream soul will be far away. Questions from the Song Dynasty. Reply to Tian Zhengjun Where did I go when I traveled to the mountains? I returned to Yiluojian late.
When I returned to bed, I suddenly dreamed of being in Songqiu Mountain. Song Zhiwen returned to Lingnan in Jingzhou. On a third autumn day in Mengze, there was a cloud in the sky.
He will also take off his feathers and rejoin the group of partridges. Zhang Shuo: Five poems about entering Zhuyu Mountain on the 9th. The evening festival celebrates the ninth day, and there are five thousand people on the high mountain.
I met a saint when I was drunk, and I saw an immortal in my dream. Shen Ruyun's Two Poems of a Boudoir's Complaint It's hard to send books when the geese run out, and I worry about having many dreams.
I would like to follow the shadow of the lonely moon and shine in Fubo Camp. Zheng Gu Gu lived in Zhijingshe for the rest of half a century in Western Shu after the rebellion... Four rhymes are used to hang it. Hearing the pure words every time he thinks, facing the Zen bed on a rainy night.
We have not met again, and the autumn lanterns illuminate the shadow hall. Gu Yun finally broke the promise, and Bo Huan was injured.
The dream surrounds the long pine tower and burns a stick of incense in the distance. Xu Bin's night mooring in Jingshan met relatives and friends. The mountains and the sea are different, so I stopped the boat for this period.
There is no limit to what we mean when we meet each other, but there are no words to say when we meet. Sitting there for eternity, I wonder about my dreams and worry about my hair.
It’s easy to get famous quickly, but it won’t take time to get there.
Xu Bin, a friend of Hannan Huai, I am traveling from the west to the east, so why would I want to meet like this?
I dreamed of the Wuyue River, and hated the Xianghan Bell deeply. Cumulus clouds clear the way, and snow piles on the front peak at dawn.
Who knows that it is not the same as before, and pity you for suddenly seeing your appearance. Cui Tu, the hermit of Songyang, has been dreaming for forty years, and his career is on the same level.
No one lives together for a long time, but there are cranes who meditate on each other. Grass grows in the field, springs and chalcedony flow.
I even think that the tree in the garden is old and that it is autumn in the world. Cui Tu Wushan Temple The double daisies look like horns, which should hurt the spring of the motherland.
The country is not its old owner, but Yun Yu is its predecessor. Mengjue's poet is as spiritual as a native of Chu.
I don’t know where he will become a god again after a thousand years. Cui Tu is pregnant with Jinshi Wei Dan during the Spring Festival Gala. All the flowers in his hometown are gone, but the dream of Jianglou is still lingering.
Half a lifetime is spent, but one life is so difficult. The thorns are pure and pure, and the acacia has orchids.
Looking forward to the spring of the second year, it doesn’t look like I was in Chang’an. Cui Tu's Qiuxi Gathering with Friends. The chapters and sentences accumulate small achievements, and the stars and frost are twenty empty.
You should be as young as me, and you will be the same as me. After the monk returned from the moon, the poem appeared in the guest's dream.
I even heard the cranes buzzing and the clear dew dripping from the green pine trees. Cui Tu gave the monk a gift of food. Hearing the bell and not fasting alone, why should he be more concerned about it?
There are few people passing through the courtyard quietly, walking up the steps leisurely from the grass. There are no birds under the platform, and clouds are buried on the stone road.
To recall the old days in Zen, I still dream of hundreds of cliffs. Cui Tu spent a leisurely time in spring recalling his old business in the south of the Yangtze River. How could it be that Du Men returned to his hometown in the morning and evening?
The dream never leaves the spring stone, and Lin Wei is said to be in hiding. Gradually, I became familiar with the worldly affairs, and recalled the spring of my hometown.
The water and wind in the south are warm, and white apples should grow. Cui Tu's mountain house at the top of Sulu Mountain. Stepping out of the forest, you can see thousands of peaks one after another.
A long period of leisure is like an attempt, and a temporary period of time is like a difficulty. The trees in the valley are covered with old clouds, and the shadow of the waterfall outside the monk's window is cold.
I feel that my heart is not up to the mark, so I look forward to this dream of Chang'an. Cui Tu's Book of Autumn Evening Look at the autumn colors, it's time to go out again.
It is not too early for white hair to appear, and it is too late for Qingyun to go away. Meng Wei was pregnant with the country, and there was no trace of Taqi.
In this way, I can strengthen my way, and I am worthy of knowing it. Han Xie Leaving Home A long night in early August, the first journey through thousands of mountains.
Beautiful faces are only dreams, but complaints are silent. The guests at the ancestral table dispersed, and horses were riding in the empty suburbs.
Self-pity is not enlightenment, and being cramped is a false name. Han Xie wanted to leave, and Fen Yun talked through the window, making an appointment with her when she was still young.
We have to meet somewhere, no matter when we want to leave. The hatred is deep and endless, and the love is extremely suspicious.
The melancholy Taoyuan Road is only known in dreams. Wu Rong sent Master Guangli back to the east. Purple Palace had been favored by him for a long time, and he returned to the east and passed through Haimen.
I know that the glory is just a dream, and I am willing to be ecstatic even if I say goodbye. The morning bird comes first in the bright future, and the ape roosts in the dark in the cold.
If the mountain is heavy, it should be old and cloudy. Wu Rong left for Tongguan early. The moon was setting in the sky, and his dream was still lingering.
The trees are green at dawn, and the jade steps are cold. The official career ended in self-suffering, and the life experience was quiet and impressive.
The competition seems to be hidden in the mountains, and the clouds pillow the green turbulence. Wu Rong's Butterfly Two by two, the smoke and dew in the South Garden are slight.
They must live side by side when living, and fly together when flying. The grass is light and worried, and the flowers are dying and cherishing the evening light.
I have long acquaintances with beautiful girls, and I dream about people returning from far away at night. Dai Siyan Jiang Shangyu If you don’t want to go, this feeling is not free.
Wherever the stars shine, wind and rain bring cool autumn. The cold locks the empty river in the dream, and the sound follows the sorrow of the yellow leaves.
Xiao Xiao is still here and will go to Pingzhou sooner or later. 6. Ancient poems describing sweet dreams
Dreamless
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The old eyes are dazzled and the front is dark, and the spring clothes are cold after the rain.
Many old poems are forgotten, but new wine should be tasted.
Being clumsy is determined by the stability of the body, and carelessness should be taken advantage of when the company is difficult.
I am gradually thinking about fame and fortune, but I have no dream of going to Chang'an.
Daydreams
Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
In February, I slept in a drowsy way, not sleeping alone for a short period of time.
The peach blossoms warm the eyes and make you drunk, and the spring and sunset are linked to dreams.
The gate lane of my hometown is at the bottom of thorns, and the monarchs and ministers of the Central Plains are surrounded by jackals and tigers.
Ande is engaged in farming and fighting, and there are no officials in the world asking for money.
Return to Dream
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The roads are often blocked, and the mountains and rivers are lonely every day.
The only one who has lived an ignoble life is old, and he has been rebelling for three dynasties.
The rain is heavy, the maples are green, the clouds are deep and the water is far away.
If you don’t get your dream return, you don’t need Chu Ci’s moves.
Two Dreams by Li Bai
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The farewell in death is swallowed, but the farewell in life is always pitiful.
In the miasmatic land south of the Yangtze River, there is no news after expelling guests.
Old friends come into my dream, knowing that I will remember each other forever.
I am afraid that it is not the soul of a lifetime, and the road is far and unpredictable.
When the soul comes, the maple leaves are green, but when the soul returns, the leaves are black.
You are now trapped in a snare, why do you have wings?
The setting moon fills the beams of the house, hesitatingly illuminating the colors.
The water is deep and the waves are wide, and no dragon can reach it.
The floating clouds move all day long, and the wanderer will not arrive for a long time.
I dreamed of you frequently for three nights, and I saw your will in person.
Returning home is often awkward, and the path of hardship is hard to come by.
There are many turmoils in the rivers and lakes, and the boat may be lost.
If you scratch your head when you go out, you will lose your life ambitions.
The capital is covered with crowns, but this man is alone and haggard.
The clouds and the network are in full swing, which makes my old body tired.
Long live the name, but the loneliness will be behind you. 7. Ask for help from a foreign poem
Green willows by the stream - Yeats's poetic life Down by the Salley GardensMy love and I did meetShe passed the Salley GardensWith little snow- white feetShe bid me take love easyAs the leaves grow on the treeBut I being young and foolishWith her did not agreeIn a field by the riverMy love and I did standAnd on my leaning shoulderShe laid her snow-white handShe bid me take live easyAs the grass grows on the wiersBut I was young and foolishAnd now I am full of tears——By William Butler Yeats This is a short poem written by the poet William Butler Yeats a hundred years before I was born. It was adapted from an Irish folk song and was first translated into "Willow" "Garden".
Perhaps more people are familiar with his famous songs such as "When You Get Old", "Ode to Narcissus" and "Hundred Birds". They regard them as fresh and romantic, as if they are slowly walking in the mist of the Irish lake. The girl who comes is like the newly condensed dew on the grass in the early morning of midsummer, refreshing yet gentle, romantic yet sincere. However, this little poem, with its plain and simple language and profound and meaningful connotation, has made me remember it for a long time and think of it all the time.
In the bright peach grove in early spring, beside the fragrant and pleasant lotus pond in midsummer, or next to the gorgeous maple forest in autumn... When I am in the romantic beauty, before my eyes The picturesque scenery and my young life as bright as the morning sun make me deeply immersed in happiness. Little poems will always emerge from my mind, and I will patiently and kindly tell me about the seemingly simple but yet beautiful life. And an incomparably rich philosophy of life: All the beautiful things in the world are so perishable, such as youth, love, and beautiful scenery. They are all encountered but not sought. In order not to regret after losing them, they must be cherished when they are encountered. Cherish it in time and treat it well.
My understanding of the philosophy revealed by the poem has always been on the surface: "Warning people to cherish all lovely things by remembering lost love." Later, when I listened to the song of the same name sung by Japanese singer Fujita Emi, I thought of the poet's infatuation. After a lifetime of love, I discovered that the story told by the poem was a portrayal of the author's life, and what it wanted to tell us was not just "cherish time and cherish things"! In the story of the poem, the young man did not listen to the gentle advice of his lover because he was young and frivolous. The world is wasted and time flies. After experiencing the vicissitudes of life, the old boy suddenly realizes the deep and sincere advice of his lover. That lost life The happiness made the former boy shed tears of regret.
Reading the poem again, I was deeply moved by the gentle and wise girl with her little hands as white as snow and light little feet. What a wonderful picture it was. At the foot of the boundless clear blue hill, the winding river was like a white ribbon winding around the Sally Garden. And walking slowly by the river was the woman who haunted me. Her steps were light and her skin was as white as white. Snow, with her beautiful eyes and charming smile, leaned her head gently on my shoulder, and her soft and melodious voice like birdsong told me: take love easy, take life easy... She is so young, but With rare and extraordinary wisdom, she sincerely advises her lover: Treat life and love as they come naturally, treat them with an ordinary heart, and never be too persistent, otherwise you will regret it for the rest of your life because of your temporary "stupidity". .
Unfortunately, neither the boy in the story nor Yeats, the author of the poem, understood the "girl's" advice. When they finally understood this truth after going through their lives, their wonderful youth was long gone. go. Anyone who likes Yeats will definitely know Maud Gonne. She is not only a famous and beautiful actress, but also a female fighter of the Irish National Liberation Movement. Yeats has described her beauty in many poems. Even the foreign writers who met her by chance at a banquet were shocked. It is natural for a young poet to be attracted to such a woman.
He wrote countless famous poems for her. He described her with strong and passionate apple blossoms and roses, and praised her with Helen and Venus. However, this kind of love still couldn't move her. He was persistent all his life and was rejected time and time again when he proposed to her. Even if his beloved woman married another man again and again, the poet's passionate flame never went out. He almost spent his whole life waiting for her love until the day of youth. Only after the flowers withered did he get true love from another woman, and those wasted youth would never come back... What a bitter time those were, which made the poet who was only in his twenties Aged overnight, his face was covered with frost and he mused in a slight sadness: When you are old, your temples are gray, and the years are gone, how much love slowly passes away, but my heart hidden among the stars still loves you as always. A pilgrim's face. In those days, I don’t know how the poet mustered up the courage to regain hope again and again. He longed for a free life with his beloved woman, far away from the hustle and bustle, just like the white bird soaring freely on the coast of Danan, but he devoted all his energy to the future of his motherland. , How could she accept this love after worrying day and night? In the years when the nation had not yet been liberated and the people were suffering from colonial oppression, how could she, who was dedicated to her ideals, abandon her responsibilities and stay with her lover? Her love for the nation made her choose only like-minded national liberation movement fighters as her lover, so the poet's love ideal is destined to be just a sweet dream.
Time flies by, and more than thirty years later, they are no longer young. Time has also proved the steadfastness of this love, but when he once again opened his heart and made love to her After more than 30 years of waiting for a lifetime commitment, all I got was a rejection as cold as before. I can no longer bear to imagine the scene of the poet's rejection of his marriage proposal. My heart was tortured in the purgatory of love. While it moved us, it also brought deep regret. I shed inexplicable tears in the long and deep melody of the Irish bagpipe.
I sometimes wonder, if he was not so infatuated, if he was not so rational, if they were in a peaceful era, would their story be less painful? When someone interviewed her and asked about Yeats, she said: "Later generations will thank me because I did not accept his love."
Perhaps her repeated rejections did inspire his creations , maybe she really never loved him, wise.