/kloc-the main representative of Russian romantic literature in the 0/9th century.
His masterpieces include Ode to Freedom, Ode to the Sea and Ode to Chaadayev. Poetic novel yevgeni onegin, novella The Captain's Daughter, etc.
Main poems: 1. Short sword 2. Tears of Bachsalai III. Go to the seaside. Bronze knight 5. To Kane 6. The story of fisherman and golden fish. Flowers that bloom late are more lovely. 1October19th. For nothing 10. Give it to 165438+ for nothing. 4. Elegy 15. Cigang 16. For the coast of the distant motherland 17. Enough, enough, dear 18. My friend, time waits for no one. If life deceives you. I once loved you 2 1.
I would like to be a barren forest, on both sides of the river, bravely fighting against the strong wind … as long as my lover is a bird, chirping on my dense branches.
I would like to be a ruin. On the steep rock, this silent destruction does not make me feel depressed ... As long as my lover is the ivy of youth, intimacy will climb up along my desolate forehead.
I would like to be a thatched cottage, at the bottom of a deep valley, at the top of a thatched cottage, to be destroyed by wind and rain ... as long as my lover is a lovely flame, it will slowly twinkle happily in my stove.
I would like to be a cloud, a broken gray flag, lazily floating in the vast sky ... as long as my lover is a coral sunset glow, next to my pale face, shining brightly.
1847 June 1 to 10 in Souranto Tower (a love poem dedicated to his beloved wife You Liya) About the author: Petofi Sando, whose original translation name is Peter Fei, is a patriotic poet, hero, great revolutionary poet in Hungary, founder of Hungarian national literature and bourgeois revolutionary democrat.
1 82365438+1October1was born in a butcher's family. As a teenager, he lived a wandering life, worked as an actor and a soldier.
From 65438 to 0842, he began to publish poems and began his writing career.
Poetry is written in the form of folk songs, developed in form and refined in language, and many excellent poems have been created.
He believes that "only people's poems are real poems".
Among his early works, there are more than 50 poems, such as Millet Ripe, I Walk into the Kitchen and Dusk, which were set to music by composers such as Liszt and became Hungarian folk songs.
Main poems: 1. National anthem 2. Freedom and love iii. My tears.
The furthest distance in the world is not the distance 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 that I don't know I love you, but that I can't say I love you, but that I miss you deeply, but I can only bury it in my heart. Distance is not that I can't say I miss you, but that I love each other but can't be together. The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other but not being together, but knowing that true love is invincible but pretending not to care. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches growing on the same root can't depend on each other in the wind. The furthest distance in the world is not that the branches can't depend on each other, but that the distant stars don't meet. The furthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between the stars, but nowhere to find it in an instant, even if the trajectories meet. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find it for a moment, but that you are doomed to meet it before you meet it. The furthest distance in the world is the distance between a fish and a bird. One is in the sky, and the other is deep under the sea. Author: Ye Zhi (Irish) When you are old, your head is white, you are sleepy, and you take a nap by the fire. Please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the tenderness in your eyes in the past. How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. He hung his head and whispered sadly about the disappearance of love by the red fire. On the mountain overhead, he walked slowly, hiding his face among a group of stars.
I would like to be a torrent: petofi (Hungarian) I would like to be a torrent, a mountain stream passing on a rocky road, 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 facing a gust of wind, as long as my lover is a bird chirping among my dense branches, I would like to be a silent destruction of the ruins on a steep cliff. It won't make me feel depressed, as long as my lover is the green ivy climbing on my desolate forehead, I would like to be a thatched cottage damaged by wind and rain at the top of a deep valley, as long as my lover is a lovely flame flickering slowly in my stove, and I would like to be a gray broken flag drifting around lazily in the vast air, as long as my lover is a coral sunset glow beside my pale face. Show brilliant brilliance Ye Qiangwei Author: Goethe (German) teenager saw a little rose on the Rose Yuan Ye so delicate and bright. The teenager hurried forward and looked very happy. The little rose in the rose wilderness said that I would pick the little rose in your wilderness and that I would stab you so that you would never forget that I didn't want to be picked by you. The little rose in the red rose wilderness is barbaric. The teenager went to the wilderness to pick her little rose and stabbed him in self-defense. The rose was picked with tears in vain. Little rose in the wilderness, red rose, please say I love you again. Author: Mrs Browning (UK) said I love you again. Even if you repeat it over and over again, you will think of it as a cuckoo's song. If it is gone, please remember it, among the green mountains and forests, in the valley and in the fields. A string of cuckoo syllables is not perfect even if it puts green clothes on the new spring. It's so dark around love that I can only hear frightened voices in that painful uneasiness. I cried and said that I love you again. Who would think that there are too many stars, and every star is spinning in space? Who would think it's too much? Every flower is full of spring, saying you love me. You love me. Just remember to ring the bell with your soul. Murray to Yanni Author: Marx (Germany) Jenny von westphalen laugh, you will be surprised why all my poems have only one title of Yan Ni. You know, you are my only source of inspiration, the comfort of my genius, and the brilliant thought shining in the depths of my soul. It's all hidden in your name, Yan Ni. Every letter of your name is amazing. How wonderful and beautiful every sound it makes. Every chapter of music it plays haunts my ears, like a kind and beautiful god in a fairy tale, like a bright moon in Yin Hui on a spring night, like the subtle sound of golden strings popping up. Although there are countless pages, I will let your name fill thousands of books, let your name ignite the flame of thought, let the will to fight splash with the fountain of career, let the eternal and lasting truth of real life be revealed, and let the whole world of poetry be in the human calendar. At that time in history, may the old century mourn and the new era rejoice, and let the universe shine forever. Even if Yan Ni's name is engraved on the sand-like dice, I can pronounce it as gentle wind. The name Yan Ni seems to bring me a message of happiness. I will always praise her and let people know that the name is the embodiment of love-Yan Ni Haitao Author: quasimodo (Italian) How many nights I heard the sea. The gentle waves beat against the soft beach, expressing warm and soft words, as if a kind voice had passed through my memory from the past years, giving out lingering echoes, like the long and deep cries of seagulls. Perhaps the birds fly to the plain, greet the charming spring and sing softly. In those unforgettable years, with the whispers of the waves, you and I were so close. How I wish my nostalgia could come back. It sounds like the light waves of the sea floating to your side in this vast dark night. An old myth lingers in my mind. The Rhine River flows quietly in the twilight, and the breeze blows gently. As the sun sets, the peaks shine brightly. A stunning girl magically sat on the top of the mountain with golden hair and gold jewelry. She used a gold comb. He sent out a song while combing his hair. The tune is very beautiful and touching. The boatman sitting on the boat caused countless sorrows. He didn't look at the rocks ahead. He only looks up to the heights. I missed the boat. ...