1. 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 wake up to the stream. The lonely moon rides on the current in the sky, and the hungry apes in the mountains To Akatsuki. Appreciation: Written by Emperor Saga (786-842) (reigned 809-823). He was obsessed with Sinology and was quite accomplished in poetry, music, and calligraphy. His calligraphy is known as "the three strokes of the world". This The poem is fresh and elegant, with a sense of transcendence and secularity. It is very rare to write such an authentic Tang poem in Japan. 2. Toyotomi himself chants: "I am like the morning glow falling into the world, coming and going in a flash. Osaka is majestic and majestic, and Like an 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. Chinese Studies Forum Mother I want to ask about my relatives, but I lower my eyebrows, and my soul misses you for thousands of miles. Original poem attached: Oh my god, how can I have the mind to weave? My heart is already filled with love for that person 4 Rabindranath Tagore's English poems, but with an indifferent heart, I am in love with you There is an uncrossable ditch dug between you and the one who loves you. 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 distance between branches that cannot rely on each other. Stars looking at each other have no intersection. The furthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between stars. It is the intersection of stars, but they are nowhere to be found in an instant. The furthest distance in the world is not the instant, nowhere to be found, but the fact that they have not yet met. The farthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death But 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 d
epend 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. Your head is gray and sleepy, and you are taking a nap by the stove. Please write down a poem and a romantic memory. You also had gentle eyes. There were a few dark shadows in the corners of your eyes. How many people loved you when you were young and beautiful. True or false love, but your beauty seduced only one person deep in his heart. I love the holiness of your soul, and I love the grooves of pain on your aging face. You look down at the red stove and tell sadly how love has slipped away, how you have run to the mountains above, and hid your face among the stars in Benbul. Yeats at the foot of the mountain 6 Beneath the bare head of Ben Bulben, Yeats lies in the middle of Trumcliff churchyard. An ancestor was the rector there, and many years ago a church was nearby, and by the roadside, was An ancient cross, without marble tablets or clichés; On the limestone quarried nearby, are the words carved according to his instructions: Cast a cold glance at life and death, knight, forward! (The last line is very famous) I only have a few lines from Tagore's I'm not sure if it's the whole poem. Haha, you are alone in the boundless loneliness of your soul. The quiet and lonely girl is a lonely lotus blooming on the stem of love. . I once loved you Pushkin I once loved you: love may not have completely died in my heart; I hope it will not bother you anymore, and I don’t want to make you sad anymore. I once said silently, I have loved you hopelessly, suffering both shyness and jealousy; I have loved you so truly and tenderly, may God bless you, and may another love you as I do.
2. Very beautiful foreign poetry
1 The summer birds flew to my window to sing, and then flew away again.
The yellow leaves in autumn have nothing to sing about, they just sigh and fly down there. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. 2 A group of little wanderers in the world, please stay with you The footprints are in my words.
O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words. 3 The world takes off its majestic mask to its lover. It became smaller, as small as a song, as small as an eternal kiss.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. 4 are the tears of the earth, keeping her smile young. It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom. 5 The boundless desert passionately pursues the love of a leaf of green grass, she shakes her head and flies away with a smile.
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. 6 If you cry because you have lost the sun, you will also lose the stars. If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars. 7 The dancing water and the sand in your path demand your singing and your flow.
Are you willing to carry the lame mud and sand down the river? The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness? 8 Her eager face, like the night rain, disturbs my dream soul. Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. 9 Once, we dreamed that we were all strangers.
We woke up, but we knew that we loved each other. Once we dreamed that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other. 10 The sorrow calmed down in my heart, just as dusk fell in the silent mountain forest.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees. 11 Some invisible hands, like lazy micro (wind thoughts), are playing the gurgling sound (氵) in my heart. The sound of love).
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. 12 "Sea water, what are you talking about?" "It's an eternal question."
"Sky, What language is thine, O sea? The language of eternal question. What language is thy answer, O sky? The language of eternal silence. 13 Listen quietly, I. My heart, listen to the whispers of the world, which is its expression of wooing you.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. 14 The mystery of creation is like the darkness of the night - it is great. But the phantom of knowledge is no more than the morning mist.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning. 15 Don’t let your love sit on the cliff just because the cliff is high. superior. Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high. 16 I sat in front of the window this morning, and the world stayed for a while like a passerby, nodded to me and walked past.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. 17 These little thoughts are the rustling of leaves; They whisper happily in my heart. There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind. 18 You cannot see yourself, all you see is your shadow.
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow. 19 God, my wishes are so foolish, they are shouting in your song. Let me just listen.
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master. Let me but listen. 20 I can't choose the best. It's the best choice for me.
I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me. 21 Those who carry lamps on their backs cast their shadows in front of themselves. They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back. 22 My existence is a permanent magic to me, this is life.
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life. 23 "Our rustling leaves have a sound to answer the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent?" "I am just a flower. "
We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?" I am a mere flower. 24 The relationship between rest and work is like the relationship between eyelids and eyes. Relationship. Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes. 25 Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth. growth. 26 God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun the earth. 27 Light is like a naked child, quick. The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie. 28 Ah, beauty. O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror. 29 My heart breaks her waves on the shores of the world. She was holding it, and wrote her inscription on it with hot tears: "I love you." 3. All the ancient poems describing the night are like
The black geese fly high in the moonlight, and the Chanyu escapes in the night.
——Lu Lun's "Song of Saixia" The Big Dipper is high, and Geshu carries a knife at night. ——Xi Xi's "Geshu Song"……………………… Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, and the only light is the fire on the river boats.………… ......... A happy rain on a spring night (Du Fu) The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost. The river maple and the fishing fire are facing melancholy. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rings for the passenger ship. Night mooring at Fengqiao (Zhang Ji) ------- ------------------------------------------------Actually about There are so many poems about the night, almost all of them related to the moon are also related to the night, and there are countless poems about the moon.
Another example is night mooring. There are many poems and essays on the theme of night travel... 4. Looking for some poems describing night, dawn and dusk, no matter foreign, domestic, ancient or modern ~~~~
Poetry Xiaozhu will answer your questions:
1. Describing dusk< /p>
The sunset is infinitely better, but it’s almost dusk. ——Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, "Deng Le You Yuan"
The solitary smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting over the long river. ——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Envoy to the Fortress"
A ray of setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Ode to the Dusk River"
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A new song and a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. When does the sun set?
The flowers fell helplessly, and the swallows returned, as if they had known each other before. The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone.
"Farewell to Master Lingche" Liu Changqing
Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, the bells ring late.
The lotus hat carries the setting sun, and the green mountains return alone.
The maple forest fills the river, and the sunset is always sad. ——"Heliang is pregnant with Yan Yu when it rains" Shangguan Liangshi
The setting sun will be hated for eternity, and the pavilion will be short and long. ——"Inscribed on the Green Wave Pavilion" Chen Yuan
There are few people at the ferry crossing and the green smoke makes me feel shy when I step on it to taste the sunset. ——"Climbing Langshan Mountain in Tongzhou" by Xia Song
The bamboos love the new rain, and the mountains love the sunset. ——"Sent to Yang Buque from Taniguchi Study" Qian Qi
The weather is sunny and people are in good spirits, and a few boats return with flutes and drums at sunset. ——"On the Lake" Xu Yuanjie
I want to return Xiaoli, for the love of the sunset is red. ——"East Village" Lu You
"Woyi Alley" Liu Yuxi
There are wild flowers and grass beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.
In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.
2. Describe the early morning:
"Inscribed on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple" Chang Jian, Tang Dynasty
Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest. The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees.
The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the ponds empty the hearts of the people. Everything is silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes.
"Remembering the South of the Yangtze River" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are redder than the fire, and when spring comes, the water of the river is as green as blue, so I can't help but remember the south of the Yangtze River.
3. Describing the dark night:
The fine grass on the shore and the gentle breeze, the dangerous raft of the boat at night.
The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river.
It’s not like writing articles, officials should retire due to old age and illness.
What does Piao Piao look like? There is a sandy gull in the sky and the earth. ——Du Fu's "Walking at Night"
The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and the Chanyu escapes at night. ——Lu Lun's "The Song of Sai Xia"
The Big Dipper is high, and Geshu carries a knife at night. ——My dear Xi, "Geshu Song"
Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. ——Du Fu's "Spring Night Joyful Rain"
The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and the river maples and fishing fires are facing melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship. ——Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge" 5. Solicitation of heavy funds
Poems describing the scenery at night in summer 1. "Spring Thoughts" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The swallow grass is like blue silk, and the green branches of Qin mulberry are low.
When you return home in your arms, it is the time when your concubine has a broken heart. If you don't know the spring breeze, why should you enter the Luo curtain? 2. "Spring Hope" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep vegetation in spring.
I shed tears when I am grateful for the flowers, and I hate others and scare the birds. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming. 3. "Spring Stay in Zuo Province" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. Flowers are hidden behind the wall at dusk, and birds are chirping and perching.
The stars are moving in thousands of households, and the moon is in the sky. I don't sleep listening to the golden key, because the wind misses the jade.
There is a seal in the Ming Dynasty. How about the night? 4. "Happy Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
At night, the clouds are all dark, and the fire on the river boat is only bright. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
5. "Acacia" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches will appear in spring. I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
6. "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen.
7. "Spring Thoughts" by Huangfu Ran of the Tang Dynasty. The orioles sing and the swallows announce the New Year, and thousands of dragons pile up on the road in Mayi. I live in Hanyuan, next to the city, and my heart follows the bright moon to Hu Tian.
The brocade in the machine talks about eternal regret, and the flowers on the branches laugh and sleep alone upstairs. In order to ask Yuan Rong Dou's chariots and horses when they will return to Zile Yanran.
8. "Farewell to the Ancient Grass in Fu De" by Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I sent the king and grandson off again, feeling sad and full of farewell.
9. "Spring Poems" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty. It is better to wear new makeup and go down to the Zhulou Tower to lock in the spring scenery and the sorrow in the courtyard. Walking to the atrium to count the flowers, dragonflies flew up to scratch the jade.
10. "Ode to the Willows" by Tang He Zhizhang The jasper tree is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
11. "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
12. "Boarding at Guazhou" by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty. Jingkou Guazhou is separated by water, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The spring breeze has reached the south bank of the Yangtze River again. When will the bright moon shine on me again? 13. "Early Spring Presents Outside Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water" Tang Hanyu The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close.
The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. 14. "Spring in the Jade House" Song Song Qi The east city gradually feels beautiful, and the wrinkled ripples welcome guests.
The dawn is cold outside the green poplar smoke, and the spring breeze is stirring on the red apricot branches. The floating life hates the lack of entertainment, but the love of a daughter is willing to smile lightly.
I hold wine for you to welcome the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers. 15. "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. Orioles are singing thousands of miles away, reflecting the green river, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of water.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist. 16. "Early Spring Southern Expedition to Friends in Luozhong" Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty The beauty of Chu is thousands of miles away, so why would a traveler bother to take credit?
Traveling geese are seen in the fragrant forest, and choughs are noisy in the waiting hall. In spring, the grass along the river is blooming, and the flowers are blooming on the water.
A bottle of wine in the east wind makes me miss home alone in the new year. 17. "Spring in the Jade House" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty. I want to persuade the spring to live before the wind, but the spring is on Fangcao Road in the south of the city.
The flowers do not drift along the waterside, but become floating catkins on the mud. The stars in the mirror are already wrong, and people live up to their spring and self-confidence.
When people return to their dreams, they are far away from their sorrows, only in the wind and rain of pear blossoms. 18. "Spring Day" by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty. The beautiful sun brings beauty to the shore of Surabaya, and the boundless sceneries suddenly become new.
It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with its colorful colors. 19. "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side, where the green poplars shade the white sand embankment. 20. "Quequatrains" by Zhinan, a monk from the Song Dynasty. A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east side of the bridge.
My clothes are wet with the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling it. 21. "Visiting the Garden Isn't Worth It" by Ye Shaoweng of the Song Dynasty Ying Lian's teeth are stained with green moss, and the door of the small button firewood cannot be opened for a long time.
The garden is full of spring scenery and can’t be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. 1. "Summer in the South Pavilion" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Enjoy the evening coolness by spreading out the air, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night.
2. "Weichuan Tianjia" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. The slanting light illuminates the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate.
Pheasant [Jun] The wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other.
This is the time when I am envious and leisurely, and my sadness fades away. 3. "Moon on the Xijiang River, Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road" by Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty. The bright moon is frightened by the branches, and the cicadas are chirping in the breeze in the middle of the night.
The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.
In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned. 4. "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" by Song Yang Wanli After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. 5. "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy.
The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow. The women carry baskets for food, and the children carry pots of pulp.
I went with him to the salary field, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. The foot is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning in the sky.
I am too exhausted to know the heat, but it is a pity that the summer is long. There is also a poor woman with a baby on her back.
The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket. Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad.
The Tian family lost all their taxes and picked up this to satisfy their hunger. What merit do I have now? I have never been engaged in farming and mulberry trees.
The salary of an official is three hundred stones, and there is more than enough food every year. I feel ashamed thinking about this, and I will never forget it.
6. "Wate Qing" Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty lived deep in Foujia City, and when spring passed and summer was still clear. God will pity the quiet grass, and the world will be clear at night.
Also add high pavilions and small windows. After the bird's nest is dry, its body becomes lighter when it returns.
7. "Summer Night Sigh" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty. The wind from thousands of miles away blows my clothes.
The bright moon comes out of Haotian, and the dense forest spreads light. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the xuan to enjoy the slight coolness.
When the sky is bright and clear, you can see the smallest details, and feathers and insects are also flying. Things are not big or small, they adapt to their own conditions.
Remembering Bihogos, guarding the frontier in the poor years. How can we wash each other's hands and look at each other with heat?
There was a fight in the evening, and the noise reached thousands of directions. Although the body is blue and purple, it is better to return home early.
Beicheng is mournful, and storks are flying. When the condition becomes irritated and tired, it becomes better when thinking intensely.
8. "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" by Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty. The green trees are dense and the summer is long, and the towers are reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, filling the courtyard with roses and incense.
9. "Three Qu Road" Song Zengji The plum blossoms are yellow and the sun is bright, and the creek is overflowing, but the mountains are running. The green shade does not slow down the journey, and the four or five oriole calls are added.
10. "Rising from Sleep in Early Summer" by Song Yangwan. 6. Foreign Poems
1. Paul Celan's "Crystal" Don't look for your mouth on my lips. Don't wait for strangers in front of the door. Don't look for tears in your eyes early. Seven nights are higher and red. Toward the red, the seven hearts are deeper, the hand is knocking on the door, the seven roses are late, the night is splashing with spring water. 2. Byron, "Well, we won't roam together anymore." Well, we won't roam together anymore, spending this time. In the deep night, although this heart is still obsessed with me, even though the moonlight is still so bright.
Because the sword can wear out the scabbard, and the soul can wear out the chest. This heart, it has to stop and breathe, and love has to have a rest. Although night falls for love, soon it will be day again, but in this moonlight world, we no longer roam together.
3. Eternal kiss Even if it takes a thousand or ten thousand years, it will be difficult to describe the eternity of this moment. You kissed me and I kissed you.
On a hazy winter morning, in the Montsully Park, the park is in Paris, Paris is a city on the ground, and the earth is a star in the sky.