Lawrence [England]
The sky is apple green,
The sky is green wine lurking in the sun.
The moon is a golden petal.
She opened her eyes, green.
Eyes shining, as pure as unopened buds,
The first time, the first time at this moment.
In Green, Lawrence shows us a harmonious and ethereal artistic picture with his sensitivity to color, the poet's intuition and concise brushwork. This kind of picture is the result of the poet's pursuit of the blending realm of poetry and painting in his poetry creation, and it is also the expression of the poet's natural thought of expressing affection. Lawrence compared the sky to a green apple with a fragrant smell. In this natural sky composed of green like wine, there is a golden petal floating somewhere-this green and yellow * * * isomorphism becomes the artistic conception of a colorful painting, and yellow ("golden petal") is written to set off green like wine.
When the moon rose quietly into the sky and hung high in the quiet night, people saw her "open" eyes, and her eyes were still flashing "green". It is precisely because the bud of the full moon is like an "undeveloped bud" that she looks so pure and lovely in people's minds for the first time ... In the whole work, the poet seems to be walking on a quiet Yuan Ye, and his eyes and heart are guiding readers to watch the green sky and the green moon-the moon floating in the sky with a vast green background. At this time, it seems to be integrated with heaven and earth among evergreen trees. This is not only entertaining itself, but also purifying the reader's soul. If the first chapter of the poem only lays a refreshing picture, then the second chapter really lets people appreciate the deeper beauty of nature through it. At this moment, the reader finally felt the ethereal profundity of poetry in his heart.
2. A foreign poem about Biluochun: In the fragrant Biluochun tea soup, I saw Dante, the beautiful southern spring scenery.
Biluochun: China traditional famous tea, one of the top ten famous teas in China, belongs to the category of green tea, with a history of over 1000 years. Biluochun is also called "Biluochun in Dongting" because it is produced in Dongting Mountain and Dongting Mountain in Taihu Lake in Wuxian County, Suzhou City, Jiangsu Province.
It was listed as a tribute in the Tang Dynasty, and the ancients also called Biluochun "Kung Fu Tea" and "New Blood Tea". High-grade "Biluochun" has delicate tea buds. 0.5 kg of dry tea needs 60,000-70,000 tea buds. After frying, the dried tea strips are tightly knotted, with exposed white hairs, silvery green color, attractive jadeite and curled into snails. It was produced in spring, hence the name "Biluochun". This tea is a famous tea in China. The white clouds in the cup are rolling and the fragrance is overflowing. The main processes are enzyme fixation, kneading, kneading and drying.
3. Poetry describing foreign natural scenery loves the sea.
I must go to the sea again, to the lonely sea and lonely days;
All I want is a tall ship and a star to guide it forward.
There is also the recoil of the steering wheel, the singing of the sea breeze and the shaking of the white sails.
There are also gray fog and gray dawn on the sea.
I must go to the sea again, because of the call of the tide,
So wild, so clear, I can't dodge;
I just want a windy day with white clouds.
There are also the beating of the waves, the bursting of bubbles and the long songs of seagulls.
I must go to the seaside again and learn the romance of gypsies.
On the way to seagulls, on the way to Haijing, the wind is as sharp as a knife.
Location,
And all I want is overseas anecdotes and the laughter of wandering companions.
Sleep quietly after a long shift and be a lovely person.
Dream on.
4. Foreign poems describing rural scenery 1, ancient poems describing rural scenery, "Two Poems" Tang Du Fu's beautiful mountains and rivers, fragrant flowers and plants in spring breeze.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. 2, "Bamboo House" Wei leans alone in the dense bamboo forest, I am playing the piano, I am humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. 3, "Passing through the Old Village" Tang Menghao prepared chicken and rice for me, old friend, you hosted me on your farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. 4, "Wangchuan don't leave for Pei Di" Tang Wangshan is cold and blue, and the autumn water is flowing.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.
Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? . 5, "Returning to the Garden" Song Tao Yuanming loves Lao Lin and misses Lao Lin.
Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.
The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao. 6, "Pastoral Talk" Tang Li Bai Jiayi three years autumn, Wanli, Ban Chao.
How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water. 7. "Chai Lu" There seems to be no one on Wei Kong Mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. 8. "Mountain in Autumn Night" Tang Wang Wei stood in the autumn night after the rain.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. 9. "April in the Country" Weng Juan in Song Dynasty was covered with green hills and fields, and it was raining in the sound of rules.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. 10, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" Fan Song Chengda plums are golden and apricot fat, and wheat white cauliflower is sparse.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. 1 1, "Traveling to Shanxi Village" Song Lu traveled to Xiao Mo's farmhouse, and it was a good year, leaving enough chickens and dolphins.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. 12, "Autumn Rain is Pastoral" Tang Gengkun's desert is dark and the rain is rain.
For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland. When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook.
Turbulence flows through the nursery and rotten leaves hang all over the autumn branches. New firewood wets dusk, and old fishing moves in the morning.
Last year, chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Dongli. 13, "Wu Xinyi" Tang's hibiscus flowers bloom in the mountains with red calyx.
There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall. 14, "Poems of Shang Qi Yuan Yi" Tang Wang Ping lives in water, but there are no mountains in the east.
The sun is hidden outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people.
What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off. 15 Back to Songshan, the clear river of Tang Wangwei flows through the bushes and slowly, like my chariot.
I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk. An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.
In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace. 16, "Cui Puyang's brother is in front of the mountain", the mountain stream is also good, and the autumn color is good, and the pool is idle.
I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin. Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.
17, "Bird Watching Creek" Tang people idle osmanthus, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
18, Tang, its huge height is close to the city of heaven, connecting Qian Shan to the corner of the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.
The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
19, "Pastoral Work" Tang Meng looked at Jinmamen and took the firewood road. Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong? 20. "Since the spread of arrogance, the bamboo road in the old mountains and forests has twisted forty or fifty miles to the ox." Tang will turn over tens of thousands of times and rest for three miles.
See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle. Dripping rain, flowing stones.
The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain. 2 1, "Four Seasons Pastoral Fun" Fan Song became a big black bird and threw it into the forest, passing through the tourists and going to Chai Fei in front of the mountain.
The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone. 22, "Spring Pastoral Work" Tang Jia is full of spring, and the apricot blossoms are white.
Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.
If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far. 23. "Farmhouse on the Weihe River" In the setting sun by the Weihe River, cattle and sheep go home along the narrow path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
24. "New Sunny Wild" is a night watch. "Tang's" New Sunny Wild "is vast and has no atmosphere. The gatehouse of the outer city is close to the ferry pier, and the trees at the edge of the village connect the stream and the estuary.
The silvery white river is shining in the fields, especially bright, and the green mountains stand behind the ridge. It is the busy farming season, there are no idle people, and farmers are busy going to the fields.
25, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun" Song Fancheng flat mud mirror in Daxin construction site, every family has a meal while first frost is fine. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
26, "Qingxi" Wei I have driven the river of yellow flowers, and the canal of the sky is a blue stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
27, "Returning to the Garden" Song Tao Yuanming's strange people in the wild, several rounds of poor lanes. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
When complicated market music, pull weeds. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.
My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.
28. "My Retirement in Zhongnanshan" Wei My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain. When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
29. The children in the village are in charge of Song Fancheng's performance in the daytime and night. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
30. "New Cool" Song Xu Jishui is full of rice leaves, and the sun shines through the trees with low smoke. Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.
5. What are the first foreign poems written in spring?
Spring (spring)
Play the flute! Play the flute!
It's mute now. Now it's silent.
Birds are happy day and night.
Day and night. Birds like it.
The nightingale has a nightingale.
Deep in the valley,
Larks in the sky, larks in the sky,
Happy and full of joy,
Happy new year. Greet the new year with joy.
Little boy, little boy
Full of joy. Very cheerful.
Little girl, little girl
Sweet and small. Delicate and lovely.
Cock crows, rooster crows,
You too. You scream, too.
Happy voice, happy voice,
Baby's voice, baby's voice,
Happy new year. Greet the new year with joy.
Lamb, lamb,
I'm here, I'm here,
Come and lick it. Come and lick it.
My white neck. My white neck.
Let me pull your soft hair,
Your soft wool. Let me hold it.
Let me kiss you, your face is very delicate,
Your soft face. Let me kiss you.
Happy, happy, we welcome the new year. We greet the New Year with joy.
The second song:
Spring has gone in white, and the goddess of spring in plain clothes-Robert bridges, Robert Brad.
Spring is dressed in white, and the goddess of spring is dressed in simple clothes.
May wearing milky white; The corolla of hawthorn is milky white;
There is a clear flock of sheep in the sky.
White clouds float across the sky; White clouds come and go;
White butterflies in the air; Butterflies fly in the air;
White daisy pranks the ground; The court ordered chrysanthemums to decorate the suburbs;
Cherry trees compete with white pear trees and cherry trees.
Scatter snow everywhere. It is like snowflakes everywhere.
6. Turning to a foreign poem-the green willow by the stream-Ye Zhi's poetic life is beside Sally Garden. My love and I did meet her and walked through Sally Garden with a little snow-white feeling. She told me to take my love away, just like leaves grow on trees, but I was young and stupid. I didn't make an appointment with her to stand with me in the field by the river. He put her snow-white hand on my shoulder and she called. Butler? A poem written by, adapted from Irish folk songs, was first translated into Liu.
Perhaps more people are familiar with his masterpieces, such as When You Are Old, Ode to Narcissus, Hundred Birds, etc. These masterpieces are considered fresh and romantic, like a girl walking slowly in the steam on an Irish lake, and like the newly condensed dew on the grass in midsummer morning. But this little poem, with its plain and simple language and profound and meaningful connotation, makes me remember it vividly and never forget it.
In the bright peach forest in early spring, by the fragrant lotus pond in midsummer, or by the flaming maple forest in autumn ... When I fall into romantic beauty, the picturesque scenery in front of me and my bright young life like the morning sun make me deeply intoxicated with happiness, and poetry will always emerge from my mind, patiently and kindly telling me a seemingly simple but extremely rich philosophy of life: all the beautiful things in the world are so fleeting. My understanding of the philosophy to be revealed in the poem has always been superficial, which reminds people to cherish all lovely things by remembering the lost love. Later, after listening to the song of the same name sung by Japanese singer Emi Fujita, I thought that the poet had been obsessed with love all his life, only to find that the story told in the poem was a portrayal of the author's life, and it wanted to tell us more than "cherish time, cherish things"! In the story of the poem, because the teenager was young and frivolous, he didn't listen to his lover's gentle advice. The world is passing and time is passing. After the vicissitudes of life, the old boy suddenly realized the affectionate and sincere advice of his lover, and the happiness of losing his life made the former boy shed tears of regret.
Re-reading this poem, I was deeply moved by this gentle and wise girl with light hands and feet. What a wonderful picture this is. At the foot of the clear and boundless mountain, the winding river bypasses Sally Garden like a white ribbon, and walking slowly along the river bank is her who makes her dream come true. She has light footsteps, white skin as snow, expectant eyes and a bright smile. She leaned her head gently on my shoulder, and her gentle and sweet voice told me like a bird's song: Relax love, relax life ............. She is so young, but she has rare wisdom. She sincerely advises her lover to treat life and love naturally, to have a normal heart and not to be too persistent, otherwise she will hate for a lifetime because of her temporary "stupidity".
Unfortunately, neither the teenager in the story nor Ye Zhi, the author of this poem, understood the girl's suggestion. When they finally understand this truth after a lifetime of tossing, their beautiful youth is long gone. People who like Ye Zhi must know Maud. Just, she is not only a famous and beautiful actress, but also a female warrior of the Irish national liberation movement. Ye Zhi described her beauty in many poems, and even foreign writers who met her by chance at banquets were amazed. It is natural that young poets will be attracted to such women.
He wrote countless famous articles for her. He described her with strong and passionate apple blossoms and roses, and praised her with Helen and Venus, but such love still could not impress her. He insisted all his life and proposed to her many times. Even if the woman he loves marries another woman again and again, the poet's passionate flame never goes out. He spent almost all his life waiting for her love. It was not until the flower of youth faded that he got the true love of another woman, but those wasted teenagers never came back ... what a bitter time it was, which made the poet in his twenties grow old overnight. His face was covered with wind and frost, and he meditated in shallow sadness: when you are old, your temples are gray, the years have passed, and how much love is fading, my heart hidden among the stars still loves you like a pilgrim. In those days, I don't know how the poet got up the courage to regain hope again and again. He longs for a free life away from the hubbub with his beloved woman, just like Bai Niao flying freely on the coast of Dunham. But how can she accept this love after worrying about the future of the motherland day and night? How can she abandon her responsibility and live with her lover in an era when the nation has not been liberated and the people have suffered from colonial oppression? Because of her love for the nation, she can only choose like-minded national liberation fighters as her lover, so the poet's love ideal is doomed to be just a dream.
How time flies! More than 30 years have passed, they are no longer young, and time has proved the firmness of this love. However, when he opened his heart again and promised her the love of his life, he waited for more than 30 years, but what he got was as cold as ever. I can't bear to imagine the poet's later proposal being rejected. The heart tortured in the purgatory of love brings us deep regret at the same time. I am in Ireland. I sometimes wonder, if he is not so infatuated, if he is not so rational, if they are in peacetime, will their stories be less painful? When someone asked her about Ye Zhi in an interview, she said, "Future generations will thank me for not accepting his love."
Maybe her repeated rejection really inspired his creation, or maybe she didn't love him and was wise.
I found some of the ten foreign poems. Please choose by yourself! Spanish poet petofi "I would like to be a torrent" I would like to be a torrent, a small river between mountains, flowing over rugged roads and rocks … as long as my lover is a small fish, swimming happily in my waves.
I would like to be a barren forest, on both sides of the river, bravely fighting against the wind … as long as my lover is a bird, nesting and singing in my dense branches. I would like to be a ruin, on a steep rock, this silent destruction does not make me feel depressed … as long as my lover is a green ivy, climbing up and down my desolate forehead intimately.
I would like to be a hut, at the bottom of a deep valley, at the top of the hut, to be destroyed by wind and rain … as long as my lover is a lovely flame, flashing slowly and happily in my stove. I would like to be a cloud, a gray broken flag, lazily floating around in the vast sky, as long as my lover is a coral sunset glow, blooming brilliantly beside my pale face.
Short Song [Ireland] Sydney is a woman with red lips. Between the avenue and the secluded path, it leads to a humid distance, where some Castanopsis trees lift themselves high from the rushes.
And a piece of nonsense is a flower covered with mud. What keeps withered chrysanthemums alive? At this moment, only the singing bird has a premonition of what is happening in front of her eyes. Rilke [Germany] No: My heart will become a tower, and I will be on its edge; There is nothing there, only pain and silence, only the world.
Only one thing seems lonely in greatness. Sometimes it darkens and sometimes it brightens, leaving only the last eager face, abandoned as a person who will never be comforted. Only the farthest stone face is willing to bear its internal weight, but the vast space that quietly destroys it forces it to become more and more sacred.
Scenery [Sweden] There is a stone bridge in the green field of Marthinsen. A child stood there looking at the running water.
Far away: a horse with a sunset on its back. It drinks quietly and its mane is scattered in the river. Tagore The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not when I stand in front of you, but when you know you love each other, but you can't be together. The furthest distance in the world is not knowing that you love each other, but you can't resist this yearning, but you have to deliberately. Pretend not to put you in your heart at all. The furthest distance in the world is not when you can't resist this yearning, but when you pretend not to put you in your heart at all, you dig an insurmountable ditch for the person who loves you with your indifferent heart.
Small thoughts [Austria] Kafka's small thoughts/your jumping dance/warm air/feet raised from the sparkling grass/grass is difficult to control in the wind [Sweden] saxophone We weave garlands here/violets woven with thunder/I only use a circle of grass stalks/full of silent language/it makes lightning from the air generate [plus] Marcel. Gravel edge/mirror of water/reflection of trees/leisurely stroll/this castle/becoming a symbol of an idyllic poem: Hugo friend, the last sentence! Virgin, cry when I die! -Andre Che Nier friend, the last sentence! From then on, I will close this book forever, and from then on, my mind will change. I no longer pay attention to people's noise.
Because, what does this sometimes have to do with the source of a long running water? What does this have to do with me? I love the future. This whistling autumn wind will drift to that world and sweep it mercilessly. Endless wings will sweep away the yellow leaves on the tree and take away the poet's beautiful sentences. Yes, I am still young, although new wrinkles are carved on my forehead, passion and poetry are constantly emerging, just like wrinkles plowed by my thoughts. Looking back on the years that have passed unconsciously, I have never seen the spring flowers of the 30-degree autumn moon.
I am the pride of this era! Due to sudden awakening, my soul abandons fallacies and recognizes right and wrong every year. My faith only pursues you, ah, sacred motherland, sacred freedom! I gnash my teeth and hate oppression. So, when I heard that somewhere in the world, under the cruel sky, under the clutches of tyrants, people are crying for the land and being slaughtered; When our mother Greece was betrayed by the Christian king to the Turkish executioner, she was cut open and was on the verge of extinction; When bloody Ireland was crucified; When Teutonic people struggled under the partition of the powerful countries in chains; When Lisbon, once beautiful and jubilant, was ravaged by Miguel and hung on the gallows; When Albania let Cato's motherland toss; When eating and sleeping in Naples; When Austria broke the wings of the Venice lion with a wooden stick and a heavy and shameful scepter of fear; When Modena was strangled by the Austrian archduke, she was dying; When Dresden fought and cried in front of the old king's bed; When Madrid fell asleep again, it was already dead sleepy; When Vienna occupied Milan; As soon as the Belgian lion bowed his head, he was like a cow plowing a field, and even his teeth were gone; When the hateful Cossack was bestial, he insulted the dead Warsaw with unkempt hair, destroyed her tattered but chaste and sacred shroud, and threw himself on the virgin lying upright in the tomb. Ah! So I cursed these emperors in their courts and nests, and their horses were covered with blood! I feel that poets are their judges! I feel that angry poets will open their powerful fists, just like showing them to the public, tie them to their thrones, then use loose crowns as their shackles, and then expel these blessed emperors and carve poems on their foreheads for future people to read! Ah! Poets should devote themselves to unarmed people.
So I forgot my love, my children, my family, my gentle songs and the leisure of quietism. I added a bronze string to the harp! Pushkin in winter morning (Russia 1799- 1837).
8. The first foreign poem describing spring:
Spring (spring)
Play the flute! Play the flute!
It's mute now. Now it's silent.
Birds are happy day and night.
Day and night. Birds like it.
The nightingale has a nightingale.
Deep in the valley,
Larks in the sky, larks in the sky,
Happy and full of joy,
Happy new year. Greet the new year with joy.
Little boy, little boy
Full of joy. Very cheerful.
Little girl, little girl
Sweet and small. Delicate and lovely.
Cock crows, rooster crows,
You too. You scream, too.
Happy voice, happy voice,
Baby's voice, baby's voice,
Happy new year. Greet the new year with joy.
Lamb, lamb,
I'm here, I'm here,
Come and lick it. Come and lick it.
My white neck. My white neck.
Let me pull your soft hair,
Your soft wool. Let me hold it.
Let me kiss you, your face is very delicate,
Your soft face. Let me kiss you.
Happy, happy, we welcome the new year. We greet the New Year with joy.
William blake was an English romantic poet in the19th century. His main poems include Song of Innocence and Song of Experience. The early works are concise and lively, while the later works tend to be mysterious and obscure, full of mystery. This poem is selected from Song of Innocence.
Spring has come and everything is revived. This is reflected in the activities of animals: birds are jubilant, cocks crow, larks fly in the sky, and nightingales sing in the valley; It is also reflected in children's activities: jumping, laughing and playing with small animals.
The three parts of this poem are like three zoom focus planes: from far to near, the valley Woods, the village farmhouse, and then focus on a child playing with a lamb. Vivid, concrete, vivid and interesting. Poetry is written in a child's tone, reflecting the child's feelings about spring. Poetry consists of phrases and short sentences. Pay attention to rhyme and repetition. They are almost nursery rhymes, relaxed and natural, catchy, and quite fresh in spring.
The second song:
Spring has gone in white, and the goddess of spring in plain clothes-Robert bridges, Robert Brad.
Spring is dressed in white, and the goddess of spring is dressed in simple clothes.
May wearing milky white; The corolla of hawthorn is milky white;
There is a clear flock of sheep in the sky.
White clouds float across the sky; White clouds come and go;
White butterflies in the air; Butterflies fly in the air;
White daisy pranks the ground; The court ordered chrysanthemums to decorate the suburbs;
Cherry trees compete with white pear trees and cherry trees.
Scatter snow everywhere. It's like snowflakes everywhere