Five Tang poems
1. Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
2. Chai Lu Author: Wang Wei
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.
3. "Acacia" by Wang Wei
Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
4. "Silent Night Thinking" Author: Li Bai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
5. In Heron Villa Author: Wang Zhihuan
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Five Song Ci Poems
1. Boolean operator. ode to the plum blossom
Lu you
Broken bridge outside the post, no owner. It's dusk, and it's stormy.
I'm not talking about fighting for spring, but every group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrance remains.
2. Operator
Wangguan
Water looks like a beautiful woman's eyes, like a beautiful frown.
If you want to ask pedestrians where to go, your eyebrows are shining.
Take the spring water and send you back.
If you go to the south, you can catch up with spring, and you must keep the scenery of spring.
3. Langtaosha
Yu Li
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luo Can can't stand the cold. I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, and I am greedy all day.
Don't fight alone! Infinite mountains and rivers are easier to see when you are away. The flowing water is gone in spring, and the world is a piece.
meet
Yu Li
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, the phoenix tree is lonely, and the deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.
It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.
5. The fortune teller lives in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou.
Su Shi
The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
Wuyuange
1. "Fishing" Yuan Haowen
Ask the world what love is and teach life and death.
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Happiness is happy, but parting is painful. There are even more stupid children in school, so you should have something to say.
Wan Liyun, Qian Shan at dusk, just for whom.
Cross Fen Road, take care when you are lonely. The smoke is still dull, so what's the point of evocation?
Shan Gui crows in the wind and rain, and the sky is jealous. If you don't believe in peace, birds and swallows are all loess.
The times will last forever. In order to leave it to the poet, I sang and drank and visited Qiu Yan.
2. Qingping Leyuan asks questions
From the intestine, thin and shallow makeup marks.
Flying around, bilingual swallows fly, and the news knows that Lang is near.
Whispering in front of the building, the curtain of begonia is light and cold.
With the sound of spring in Du Yu, there are countless green hills on the trees.
3. "Partridge Day" Yuan Haowen
Huabiao returned to old Ling Wei and left his scalp in his name.
It used to be a trip, but today it's a whiteboard.
Selling wine, fishing in Los Angeles, and loving leisure are really at peace with the world.
Don't sign the western language at the tomb. Yuan is a cloth in the Central Plains.
4. "Goat Tongguan Nostalgia" Zhang
The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road.
Looking at Xijing from afar, I can't bear it, and I am sad in Qin and Han Dynasties. All palaces and palaces are made of mud.
Xing, the people suffer; Death makes people suffer.
5. "Chaotian Lake" Zhang Kejiu
Cup, jade, Meng Han reed quilt.
It's sunny, and it's always appropriate to enjoy the moon.
If you live longer than Yan Hui, you will be as full as Boyi and as lazy as Fan Li.
Ask who is right and who is wrong, and get drunk with the West Lake.
Foreign modern poetry
1 When you are old.
Author: Ye Zhi (Ireland)
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the heavy shadows of their past;
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
I hung my head, by the red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars.
I would like to be a torrent.
Author: Petofi (Hungary)
I would like to be a torrent or a mountain stream, walking on the rocky road.
As long as my lover is a small fish, swimming happily in my waves.
I want to be a barren forest on both sides of the river, and I fight bravely in the face of a gust of wind.
As long as my lover is a bird, it is my guest among the dense branches.
I hope the ruins are on steep cliffs. This silent destruction has not depressed me.
As long as my lover is green ivy, I will climb up intimately along my desolate forehead.
I hope it's a thatched cottage at the bottom of the valley, beaten by wind and rain.
As long as my lover is lovely, the flame flashes slowly and happily in my stove.
I wish the clouds were gray broken flags, floating around lazily in the vast sky.
As long as my lover is a coral sunset, it will shine brightly beside my pale face.
3 wild roses
Author: Goethe (Germany)
The teenager saw a rose, a little rose in the wilderness.
So delicate, so bright
The teenager hurried forward and looked very happy.
Rose, rose, red rose, little rose in the wilderness.
The boy said I'm going to pick your little roses in the wilderness.
Ross said I would stab you.
Let you never forget that I don't want to be picked by you.
Rose, rose, red rose, little rose in the wilderness.
The savage teenager went to her wilderness to pick small roses.
Ross stabbed him in self-defense, and Ross held back his tears in vain.
Or is it broken?
Rose, rose, red rose, little rose in the wilderness.
Please say I love you again.
Author: Mrs Browning (UK)
I said it once, please tell me again that I love you.
Even if it is repeated over and over again.
You will think that this is a cuckoo song.
Please remember, between the green mountains and forests, in the valleys and fields.
If it lacks cuckoo syllables, even if it is fresh in spring.
Wearing green clothes is not perfect.
It's so dark around love
I only heard frightened voices in my ears.
In the midst of painful uneasiness
I cried, and I love you again.
Who would think there are too many stars? Every star rotates in space.
Who would think it's too much? Every flower is full of spring.
Say you love me, you love me, ring the bell.
Just remember to love me with your soul in silence.
5 for Yan Ni.
Author: Marx (Germany)
Yan Ni, laugh. You will be surprised why all my poems have only one title.
For Yan Ni, you are the only source of inspiration in the world, the comfort of genius, and the brilliance of thoughts shining in the depths of my soul. It's all hidden in your name.
Yan Ni, every letter of your name is magical, and every sound it makes is beautiful. Every chapter of music played by it lingers in my ears, as if it were a kind and beautiful god in fairy tales, as if it were Yin Hui with a bright moon in the sky on a spring night, as if it were the subtle sound of a golden string 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 appear in human history. At that time, may the old century lament, the new era rejoice and 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 embodiment of love is Yan Ni.