(of women) incomparably beautiful
A beautiful and fickle witch, the moon
Translation is her specialty.
But it changed the world.
Convert the gold of the sun into silver.
Convert fire into ice
With a hint of mint.
Everyone who has tasted it says
Translation is totally unreliable.
But compared with the original?
But more mysterious and beautiful.
Xue is another beautiful translator.
Deliberately translating the world wrong
Or translated correctly, the poet said
Just because the original text is so wrong.
So whenever xuegu
In a six-petal parachute
Spinning in the wind.
The world suddenly
More thorough than revolution.
It has become so white.
If new snow begins, a full moon will appear in the sky.
Hao Ying is tiled below.
Bright silver flows on it.
You came to me with a smile.
Between moonlight and snow.
You are the third amazing color.
I don't know the color of moonlight and reflected snow.
How to put your true colors
-That's good enough.
Translated into more beautiful colors?
Charming piccolo
Come back, mother, the east can't stay long,
The tropical ocean where typhoons were born,
The air pressure in the North Pacific is very low in July.
Come back, mom, the south won't stay long,
One-way street of the sun train
In July, the equator moxibustion pedestrians' feet.
Come back, mother, the north can't stay long,
The white kingdom of reindeer,
There is no rest night in July, only day.
Come back, mom, you can't stay in a foreign country for long.
The little urn dream in front of the French window,
Use the little plants you planted yourself.
Come back, mom, and protect your town after the fire.
Spring is coming, and I will tread the wet and cold Qingming road.
Bury you in a small grave in your hometown.
Bury you in Jiangnan, a small town in Jiangnan.
The weeping willows hang down to your grave,
When spring comes, you must dream of a girl.
Dream of your mother.
Mother, on the Qingming road, my footprints will be deep,
Willow hair dripping with rain, mother, dripping with my memories,
Come back, mother, and protect this empty city.
Shu ting's poems
Episode 1 Pain makes ideals shine.
First, go to the seaside.
Second, the morning song by the sea
Third, the pearl shell-the tears of the sea
Fourth, the ship.
Fifth, early spring
Six, the law of the human heart
You are in my journey and I am in your sight.
First, give it to Hang Cheng.
Second, in order to-
Third, give
Fourth, spring night.
Five, send friends in autumn night
In the third episode, we were held hostage and rushed forward, unable to call for help and unwilling to give up the struggle.
First, the assembly line
Second, the wall
Third, in the past two or three years,
Fourth, Lu Yu.
V. Dreams
Six, maple leaf
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brig
Go to the seaside
Morning song by the sea
Pearl shell-tears of the sea
early spring
Ah, mom.
To the oak tree.
Bougainvillea under the sunshine rock
brig
assembly line
fallen leaves
Give it to Hang Cheng.
Seeing friends off in autumn night
Give as a gift
When you walk under my window
Mid-autumn night
self-portrait
Dill Mugetu
April dusk
Sinian Period
After two point three.
Song of the small window
feed
Dedicated to my contemporaries
Fairy tale poet
maple leaf
Untitled
group sculptures
Summer night, under the locust tree. ...
mourn (for/over the dead)
This is everything, too.
Motherland, my dear motherland.
The voice of a generation
◎ Singing iris ◎
Dusk star
Poetry and poets
Dude, I'm here.
Late autumn night in Beijing
Old friend axi
One minute in the cafe.
the goddess peak
Huian woman
Huaxi yedi
The law of human heart
"I love you"
Moon Shots
◎ Ancestor Birds ◎
cactus
Farewell, white handkerchief
Hotel night
narcissus
A girlfriend's double room
dripping guanyin
Where the soul belongs.
Sunset Baiteng Lake
archaeopteryx
amongst ...
Meditation place
A style of performance
hope
Dream friend
Fantasy sisters
That's my own shadow.
But always walk in front of you
As invisible as light.
As unstable as the wind.
Between her and you
There is always a distance.
Like a bird outside the window.
Like clouds in the sky
Like a butterfly by the river
Cunning and beautiful.
You go up, she flies.
If you ignore her, she will kick you out.
She will always be with you.
Until you stop breathing
I love this land, Ai Qing.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
Rain Alley
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
In silence,
Cold, sad, melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes,
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
I used my injured palm.
I/with a broken palm
Exploration/this vast land:
This corner has been reduced to ashes,
That corner/just blood and mud;
This lake/should be my hometown,
In spring, there are many flowers on the embankment.
The tender willow branches are broken/have a strange smell)
I touched the cool water and algae;
The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold.
The water in the Yellow River is full of sand/slipping through your fingers;
Jiangnan rice field, your current/new grass.
It is so thin, so soft ... now/only Artemisia capillaris;
Litchi flowers in Lingnan/wither lonely,
There, I was immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea/there were no fishing boats. ...
Invisible palm/over infinite mountains,
Fingers/stained with blood and ash, palms/stained with darkness,
Only distant corners/still intact,
Warm, clear, firm/energetic spring.
On it, I/with my injured hand/stroking,
Like/lover's soft hair, baby's milk.
I put all my strength/luck in my palm.
Put it on, send love and all hope,
Because there's only the sun, it's spring,
Will/banish gloom and bring Su Sheng,
Because only there/we don't live like animals,
Die like an ant ... There, Eternity/China!
Whispering in the forest
Into the dark Woods,
It makes people feel cold.
Honey, do you feel cold in your heart?
When you are in my arms,
Our lips stick together?
Don't laugh, dear:
Crying is gentle,
Cry, dear, on my knee,
On my chest, on my neck:
Crying is not a short-lived happiness.
"Follow you to the end of the world,"
Do you insist on saying so?
You're kidding! Go after the wind in the plain!
Me, lighter than the wind, lighter.
You will never understand.
Oh, don't ask me about my carelessness!
Go to the mountains to find corals.
Go to the bottom of the sea to find flowers;
What is the commemoration of our good times?
Here, honey, here,
This heavy sadness, this crimson heavy sadness.