How many nights?
I heard the soft waves of the sea.
Slap the soft beach
Soft words expressing warmth-quasimodo's poems.
2. Ask for a literary sentence about Italy. -Moggi
Without Alex, there would be no Juventus. -Moggi
Sono Ogliosso di Ethel Juvintino. -Del Piero
I am proud that I am a particularly literate person. -Del Piero
Every battery is very difficult for me. -Juventini Arlo Stadium
No matter how difficult it is, my heart will always beat for you. -Juventus fans in the stands (09- 10 season ending stage)
3. Are there any poems, songs or articles praising Italy? How many countries in the world can be as gorgeous, elegant and fashionable as Italy? Middle-aged women wear missoni striped shirts and sit on the roadside leisurely drinking the most authentic espresso; In the world; Girls walked past Milan Square with a history of more than 600 years in Tod's flat shoes and Ferrari sports cars with open hyperlinks. In the deep alley, the elderly craftsmen jingled out the most dazzling calf leather boots on the Milan show; Even the policemen patrolling the streets wear uniforms designed by the famous Emile Pucci.
Italians' sense of fashion superiority comes from their blood and thinking, and their serious attachment to design and technology is almost arrogant. Moliere of France once raised the question of whether to eat to live or live to eat, while Italians believe in the truth that a dinner is as valuable as a good poem.
One end of Italian cuisine, like its own culture, is noble, elegant and unique, while the other end, with a kind and peaceful attitude, strives to go to the dining tables of people all over the world. Fortunately, unfortunately, Italian food culture is often rewritten as do as the Romans do in Rome. Italian food with a long history seems to be a touch of cream on Starbucks coffee, the noodles in Chinese restaurants are covered with ketchup, or the pizza in Pizza Hut is decorated beyond recognition, but it is these that make Italian food famous all over the world.
Roman culture and Renaissance alone are two treasures, Da? The names and works of Finch, Michelangelo and Raphael [many people who have no artistic knowledge should pretend less] are enough to make the whole world crazy, and even the whole world is casually quoting the hard truth that "all roads lead to Rome" and "Rome was not built overnight". Falling in love with Italy is like falling in love with a beautiful, elegant and profound man.
4. Looking for Italian Poetry: "To the Last Man on Earth" letizia Leon Guerra: Ilfumo arrivê dalmare
Is brucellosis the North Star?
(Chean Le Madrid Avivano Angie Anirit)
To shine, scaglie ocean or Atlantic ocean
Oil company.
ogni cosa si scambiòil post:
A gallery
Uranio Nelalia
On a piece of land:
Fugra.
Vani furono i segni:
Salute you
ad ogni frutto，
And he said, Your son, your son, your son, your son, your son, your son.
Fu Mangiato,
Rumors in Montagni
I want to have a big dinner. Ferrita Aragata.
Wisdom spirit
This is a funeral.
As opposed to Italy and India.
Spirito dell'uomo，occhio avido，
An era without color,
Celeste, vivo will bring you wonderful performances.
Mai ne avrai abbastanza
Aukio brucia Toto
Your color is really good!
Fight! Smoke comes from the sea.
In the charred eyes of arctic fish
(Mother Fish's scales have turned black, too)
Like glowing fish scales on the beach
Edge with oil.
Everything has changed:
Floating fish
Uranium enters the air.
Oxygen and the sky entered the abdomen of the earth.
Fight!
The trauma of war destroys a person's mind.
Ugly scenes will ruin your health.
This is inevitable,
Every meal is hot and dusty, and the world is dead: everything.
Was swallowed up,
The noise tore the mountains apart.
Until that day, the air was full of pain. A big wound.
homo sapiens
Take you to the funeral of everyone on earth.
At this time, it sewed up its blue coat and devoured you greedily.
People's talent and greedy eyes,
Now the memory of color has been erased,
Sky blue, swelling in the fragrant wind.
You'll never have another one.
Burned eyes
Alas, it has also been hacked!
5. What are the farewell poems about Italy? And wrote the meaning and thoughts and feelings, bid farewell to the deputy viceroy in Shu, the Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on his way to Yangzhou, and Li Bai wrote a song "Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home, Send Yuan Ershi Anxi, Meng Haoran bid farewell to friends on his way to Yangzhou, and bid farewell to friends at Jingmen Ferry. I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiao Kiln for this purpose, and Wang Wei wrote a note to a friend in the north on a rainy night. Li Shangyin was separated from Xin Qiji and Wang Changling at Furong Inn. Attached to the poem is Biedongda (Tang Gaoshi), a thousand miles away in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? Yuan Er's envoy An (Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty) went to Weicheng, and the rain was wet and the dust was light, and the guest house was green and willow-colored.
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. Send Zhu Da to the Five Mausoleums of Qin Dynasty (Meng Haoran in Tang Dynasty). This sword is worth 1000 dollars.
Break up, leave each other and live in my heart. "Furong Inn" and Xin Qiji (Wang Changling in Tang Dynasty) entered Wu on a cold rainy night, and Chushan saw off guests.
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! Send a friend (Don.
Li Bai) uses the blue mountain line in the north of the Great Wall and the white waterline in the east of the city. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. Waving from here, my horse screams again and again.
Seeing Wang Nangui (Changqing) Li Jun's smoke and water are thick, I still shake my hand and cry. Because the flying birds disappeared into space and crossed a desolate green hill.
But now, the long river, the lonely sail and the five lakes are shining with the light of spring in the sunset. Along an island full of duckweeds, there will be peace of communication.
Farewell (pottery) water town night frost, the moonlight is cold, and the mountains are gray. Who says a thousand miles from today, just one dream?
Seeing Master Che Ling (Don Liu Changqing) off from the temple, deep in its tender bamboo, came the low sound of the evening bell. Li He took the sunset, and Qingshan went home alone.
Re-sending Pei Langzhong to demote Jizhou (Changqing, Liu Tang) apes and crows scattered at the end of the river, hurting people. As a courtier, you are farther away, and Li is lonely.
On the moonlit night, the pavilion of Biejiang River (below) (Tang) is built with smoke cages, and the bright moon flies south. The door of the pavilion was closed and silent; Tonight, the rivers and mountains are so desolate.
Farewell (Don) friends in the mountains. I watched you go down the mountain, and I didn't close my hut door until dark. The spring grass will turn green next year, but what about you, my friend Prince? ? It's sad to see Li Duan (Tang Lunlun) at my old door, with the yellow grass closed.
The way you walked into the sky, when I saw the snow falling at dusk, I came back again. When I was young, my father and I traveled abroad, and I had no time to meet you in many difficulties and hardships.
We cry, we say nothing. What can I wish for you in this cold world? ? Baling bid farewell to the tortoise in the night (Tang Jiazhi). When Liu was not in Luoyang, Meihua went to Sanxiang. The world goes with the clouds, and hatred grows with the river.
Send firewood to the Imperial Palace (Changling, Tang Wang), and the flowing water connects the five mountains, so it is harmless to send you away. You and I went all the way to the green hills in the rain, at the top of the moon in both places?
On the way to Yangzhou (Tang Li Bai), Meng Haoran left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
Farewell to the viceroy, diameter out of bo, across the wall of three qins, across the fog of five rivers. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
"Farewell to Lotus Inn and Xin Qiji" Wang Changling entered Wu on a cold rainy night and saw Min Gu. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
"To Wang Lun" Bai was about to go by boat when he heard singing on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian Shuji, Ng Wui, whose north wind rolled white grass, and In the snow spent eight days in Tatar. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
[1] It entered the pearl shutter, and it wetted the silk curtain. A fur coat felt cold and a cotton pad was thin. The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
6. British German Italian Poetry Shelley (UK)
1
When the light is broken,
Its light goes out in the dust;
When the sky clears up,
The brilliance of the rainbow disappeared at once.
If the pipa breaks its string,
Beautiful music fell into silence;
If you're done,
The charm of love is soon forgotten.
2
Like music and bright light.
Will coexist with pipa and lamp,
The mind can't sing.
If essence has been depressed:
No songs, only mourning,
Like the wind blowing through a corner of the wasteland,
Like a wailing wave
Ring the death knell for the dead sailors.
three
Once two hearts are together,
Love left the delicate nest,
What about the weaker one?
Will suffer for what it has.
Oh, love! You are sighing.
How can you see that things are impermanent?
Looking for the most fragile heart
Be your cradle, bedroom, coffin?
four
It fills you with enthusiasm,
Like a storm shaking a flying crow;
Reason will laugh at you,
Like the sun in the winter sky.
Rafts in your nest
It will rot, and when the cold wind blows,
The leaves have fallen, your beautiful house.
You will be laughed at.
Heine's poems such as The Distress of Youth, Lyric Interlude, The Return of the Native, Beihai Collection are all beautiful. I looked for a few songs, but I didn't find my favorite one, which was the paragraph "Mermaid surfaced".
When I get up in the morning, I will ask.
Get up in the morning, I ask:
Can your lover come today?
I lie down at night and sigh:
She didn't come again today.
I can't sleep with my eyes open at night,
With infinite sadness:
During the day, I seem to be asleep.
Dreams linger deeply.
All the flowers are
All the flowers are
Looking up at the glorious sun;
All rivers are
Into the brilliant ocean.
All the songs, all of them.
Responsibility to my lover;
Sad and melancholy songs,
Take away my tears and sighs!
The beautiful cradle of my troubles
The beautiful cradle of my troubles,
My beautiful peace tombstone,
Beautiful city, we have to break up-
Farewell! I want to call you.
Farewell, your sacred home,
My lover used to come in and out here;
Farewell, your sacred territory,
I met my lover here for the first time.
If I've never met you,
The beautiful queen in my heart,
Nothing will happen after that,
I wouldn't be so sad today.
I never meant to touch your heart,
I never begged for your love,
I only long for a quiet life,
Your breath was gently brushed.
But you let me go yourself,
Also personally spit out swearing;
My feelings are disturbed by crazy ideas,
My heart is hurt and I am sick.
Now my limbs are weak,
Holding crutches, struggling forward,
Until I put my tired head,
Put it in a cold grave in a foreign land.
Italy:
How many nights?
I heard the soft waves of the sea.
Slap the soft beach
Soft words expressing warmth-quasimodo's poems.