Tinden Abbey
Five years have passed, five summers, and
Five long winters! I heard it again.
These underwater sounds, rolling out of the mountain spring,
Whispering in inland streams. ——
Seeing these steep cliffs,
This scene of wilderness left a deep impression on people.
Thought is a secluded impression: mountains and rivers,
Connect the tranquility of the sky.
When this day comes, I will rest here again.
In the shade of the fig tree. neglect
Fields full of farmhouses and orchards,
In this season, the fruit is not ripe yet.
Cover yourself in a lush green.
In bushes and trees. Once again I
When you see a tree stem, maybe it is not a hedge, but a row.
Naughty tree spirits running in the wild: these pastoral scenery,
All the way to the door; Smoke curled up
Rise quietly at the top of the forest!
It's erratic, like some
Wanderers walk in homeless forests,
Maybe it's a cave with noble scholars, alone.
Sit by the fire.
These beautiful bodies
Although it has been a long time, I haven't forgotten it.
Unlike a blind man facing the beautiful scenery in front of him:
However, when I live alone in a room, I am in
The noise in town. When I am exhausted,
They bring a sweet feeling,
Into the blood, into the heart,
Even my purest thoughts,
I'm quiet again:-and those who have forgotten for a long time.
The feeling of happiness, those happiness
Maybe the best time for a good man.
There is a far from slight and ordinary influence,
Are obscure and trivial things that have long been forgotten,
But full of goodwill and friendship. Not only that,
I gained another ability from them,
There is a higher form, a sense of satisfaction,
This whole mysterious burden is incomprehensible.
The tiresome pressure of the world, suddenly
Mitigate; A quiet and happy mood,
Listen to tenderness and guide us forward,
Until our bodies stop breathing,
Even human blood is stagnant,
Our bodies go to sleep,
Become a living soul,
At this time, the power of harmony, joy and deep power,
Let our eyes gradually become peaceful,
We can clearly see the inner life of things.
If this is just
A false belief, but, oh! So often—
In the dark, in various forms.
On a boring day; When useless boring.
The world is very hot.
Every beat of the heart—
I often turn to you spiritually,
Ah, the Huaihe River with lush green leaves! You walk in the forest,
I often turn to you spiritually.
Now, the glimmer of thought is infinite,
Many familiar things are vague,
With a hint of frustration and embarrassment,
The image of the mind reappears;
Standing here, I not only feel
The pleasure of the moment, also pleased to think.
Life and food are in reserve for the next few years.
After a while. So, I dare hope,
Although I am no longer the same, I am no longer a newcomer.
Although I am like a deer on this mountain,
Jump between mountains, on both sides of the river
Running around and staying by a lonely stream,
Guided by nature: not much like a
When pursuing something you love, you'd better say it is.
Avoid fear. Because nature at that time
Nowadays, the vulgar happiness of childhood,
Playing with animals has disappeared)
Everything is everything to me. -my state of mind at that time
It's hard to draw. Roaring waterfall
Like a passion lingering in my heart; Boulders,
High mountains, dark and dense forests,
Their color and shape used to be
My desires, feelings, love,
You don't need to give them ideas.
Deep charm is not needed.
Interest beyond sight. -Time goes by,
All the joys mixed with pain will never reappear,
The giddy ecstasy of people today has also disappeared. I no longer
Depressed, sad, and complaining about it; Another kind of ability
For me, this kind of loss,
I've been compensated, I'm convinced.
Because I learned how to look at nature, I don't like it anymore.
Young and inexperienced young people; But I often hear it.
The quiet and melancholy music of life,
Elegant, pleasing to the ear, but full of purification.
And the power of restraint. I think.
What is in the joy of lofty thoughts?
Let me move; A noble idea,
Be deeply involved in something,
As if living in the afterglow of the sunset.
The vast ocean and fresh air,
Blue sky and human mind;
A kind of strength, a kind of spirit, drives
Subject and object of thought
Through everything in the universe, it keeps running. So,
I still love grasslands, forests and mountains;
Everything this green earth can see.
Everything you see and hear about the world.
There are many forests, forests, all created by imagination.
There are feelings to know. I'm glad to find that
In the language of nature and feeling,
Hiding the iron anchor of the purest thoughts,
Nurses, guides and guardians of the mind.
The soul of my whole spiritual life.
Even if I didn't
I won't have more education like this.
Corroded by this gentle spirit,
Because you stand with me.
By the beautiful river, you, my dearest friend,
Dear, dear friend; In your voice
I caught the language of my former heart, which flowed in your eyes.
In the wild eyes, I relived it again.
Happiness in the past. Ah! I want it a little longer.
Let me look for the old me in you,
Honey. Dear sister! I'll pray for it,
I know that nature has never abandoned it.
Love her heart; This is her special elegance,
Throughout our lives. From joy
Lead to joy; Because she can give
Our deep hearts are full of vitality and left to us.
Our quiet and beautiful impression, and sublime.
Thoughts nourish us. It creates gossip,
Impatient arbitrariness, cynicism of selfish people,
An unsympathetic perfunctory response, and
All the boring interactions in daily life,
We can't give in, we can't destroy it.
There is no doubt that our optimistic belief.
Everything we see is full of happiness. Therefore,
Let the moonlight shine on your lonely roaming,
Let the misty mountain wind be free.
Blow you; So in the years to come.
When these crazy surprises become
Calm and mean, when your mind
Into a building that captures all the beautiful things,
Your memory is like a place to live.
All sweet and harmonious music; Ah! At that time,
Even loneliness, fear, pain or sadness will become
Your destiny, you will still be full of tender joy.
Remember me along these healthy routes,
And my encouragement! Even if I go far.
Never hear your lovely voice again,
No longer in your wild eyes
See the light of my past life.-neither will you.
Forget that we are on this charming river.
Once stood side by side; And I, A. ...
Here comes the man who has worshipped nature for a long time.
Investment is undiminished: nothing more than saying that you are pregnant.
A cavity more passionate love-ah! More sincere enthusiasm,
More sacred love. You won't forget,
After years of wandering around the world, a long time
Separation, these towering forests and steep cliffs,
This green pastoral scenery makes me feel closer.
This has its own charm, but also because of you.
On Westminster Bridge
There is no more beautiful scenery on earth than here;
If anyone is interested in such a magnificent and moving scene,
Indifference, that is the numbness of the soul;
Looking at this city is like putting on a new robe.
Open the bright morning light; Look around:
Ships, minarets, theaters, churches, buildings,
Everything is quiet and calm, exposed to the countryside and the sky,
Shining in the unpolluted atmosphere.
The rising sun shines on the canyon hills,
Nothing is more beautiful than this morning light;
I saw and felt this deep peace!
Crawl on the river and let your own thoughts;
Oh, my god Thousands of families are sleeping,
This great heart is still resting!
(Translated by Yang Deyu)
I wander alone, like a cloud.
I wander alone, like a cloud.
Floating on hills and valleys,
Suddenly I saw a group of people.
Golden daffodils bloom in spring,
In the shade, by the lake,
Dance in the breeze.
Continuous, like bright stars,
Shining in the milky way,
They walked along the edge of the lake bay
Extend into an endless line;
I saw 10 thousand flowers at a glance,
The ups and downs in dance.
The sparkling waves are dancing,
The joy of daffodils is better than water waves;
With such a happy partner,
How can a poet be dissatisfied with his happiness!
I stared at it for a long time, but I just couldn't imagine it.
How much wealth has this miracle given me?
Every time I lie awake in bed,
Either my mind is empty, or I meditate silently,
They often flash in my mind,
That is the happiness in loneliness;
So my heart is full of happiness,
Dancing with daffodils.
Lonely reaper
Look, a lonely plateau girl.
Harvesting in distant fields,
Singing alone while cutting,-
Please stop. Or quietly walk by!
She cut and tied the wheat alone,
Sing a song of infinite sadness,
Hold your breath and listen! A deep and wide valley
It has been filled with songs and overflowed!
There was never a nightingale,
Singing such a charming song,
In the shade of the desert
Comfort tired passengers;
No cuckoo has ever welcomed spring,
The sound of crying is so shocking to the soul,
In the remote Huberley Islands.
Break the loneliness of the sea.
What does she sing? Who can tell me?
Sad notes keep flowing,
Are you telling that distant story?
Is it to carry the ancient war?
Maybe her songs are humble,
Just sing today's ordinary joys and sorrows,
Sing the sadness and pain of nature—
After what happened yesterday, will we meet again tomorrow?
I can't guess what this girl sings,
Her songs are like endless running water;
I saw her singing and working,
Bend over and wave the sickle, and work endlessly ...
I listened attentively to her singing,
Then, when I climbed up the mountain,
Although the song is no longer audible,
It still haunts my mind.
Wallace Stevens (18791010.2) was born in Reading, Pennsylvania, USA. He studied at Harvard University and obtained a law degree from New York Law School. 1904 was employed by Hartford accident insurance company in Connecticut after being qualified as a lawyer, and 1934 became the vice president.
Thirteen ways to observe blackbirds.
Between twenty snow-capped mountains,
Only the eyes of blackbirds.
It's moving
two
I have three hearts,
Like a tree
There are three black birds on it.
Roman numeral 3
Blackbirds are hovering in the autumn wind.
That's a small part of pantomime.
Intravenously injected
A man, plus a woman,
It's a.
A man, plus a woman,
Plus a blackbird,
Still one.
V
I don't know which one I like.
It is the beauty of change.
Or implied beauty,
When the blackbird blew his whistle.
Or after that.
five
Thick horizontal crystal of icicles
Filled the long windows.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossing back and forth at the same time.
mood
Follow the shadow
Unexplained reasons.
Roman numeral 7
Oh, skinny guy in khaddam,
Why think about the golden bird?
Haven't you seen blackbirds?
It's right next to you
Women's feet wander around.
eight
I can recognize a noble accent.
There is also a clear and doomed rhythm;
But I also know that,
Blackbirds are also involved
As far as I know.
ion exchange
When blackbirds fly out of sight,
This is one of many circles.
Marked the boundary.
X
See a blackbird
Flying in the green light,
People who are most concerned about phonological harmony
Scream.
The14th letter of the Greek alphabet.
He's in Connecticut
Take a crystal carriage.
Once, he was afraid,
accidentally
Put the shadow of luggage
Mistook it for a blackbird.
Roman numerals 12
The river is flowing.
The blackbird must be flying.
Roman numerals 13
The whole afternoon is night.
It's snowing.
And it will continue.
The blackbird is inhabiting.
On the branches of cedar.
Carl sandburg (1878- 1967) is an American poet, biographer and journalist. Carl Sandberg, known as the "people's poet", is particularly keen on expressing the optimism and democratic spirit in the Midwest. He used popular language and his usual rhythm to describe the naked and powerful realism in the pioneer era and the American industrial expansion period.
sunset
Once the sunset whispered goodbye.
It is often a short dusk, paving the way for the stars.
They walk evenly across the edges of grasslands and oceans,
Sleep is guaranteed.
There is a sunset dancing goodbye.
They threw half their scarves into the dome,
So I threw it into the dome and threw it over the dome.
There is silk hanging by the ear and a ribbon fluttering around the waist.
Dance, dance goodbye to you. Sleep time
Turn slightly, because I'm dreaming.
Lu Chuan Liu Hong
Lu Chuan Liu Hong (1888-1959), born in Tokyo, is the founder of vernacular poetry and the pioneer of "subjectivism" poetry. In his poetic career of more than 50 years, he wrote more than 10 poems, and successively presided over poetry publications such as Accompaniment, Modern Poetry, Torch and Selected Poems. Representative poems include Flowers on the Roadside, Traveler, Sky in the Distance, Waves, etc. Wave is the poet's last masterpiece, and won the Japanese Academy of Arts Award in 1957.
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Melancholy Qiu Si
Qiu Guang is like my ex-lover,
As soon as Iraq flooded into my forgotten heart,
A forgotten face appeared before my eyes,
The twilight of the moon,
Reflecting his changing pupils.
Qiu Guang is having a lotus dream.
In the milky white sky,
The breeze blows the desolate trees,
Sent a sad whistle.
From your charming eyes,
I saw the forgotten past,
Thin fingers, stiff joints,
Eyes like frozen milk,
And the glory I've been thinking about.
In the increasingly pale shadow of the moon,
Bathe in Qiu Guang,
I was intoxicated in a happy dream.
(The Other Side of the Sky)
Luo Xingdian's Translation
camel
Your gentle eyes,
Send me into a magical dream.
Your deep eyes,
Reflect the vast sea of sand,
Falling into the horizon like a sunset,
Extending to the coconut grove in the distant sky,
Oasis! Oasis in the future.
However, the fence here,
What does this mean?
The land here,
Why are you so strange?
You swallow the bread thrown by the child,
It turned out to be so serious.
Hidden in your body
But miss your motherland?
Or is it because of the people you remember?
Took the sphinx,
Broke the pyramid shadow in your dream?
(Zoo)
Translated by Tao Zhenxiao
From foreign literature (1983.7. )
Xu Zhimo (1896- 193 1) is a native of Haining, Zhejiang. 1920 Studying in the UK. 1923 joined the crescent society and became the representative poet of the crescent society poetry school.
"Chi mo is a butterfly, not a bee. The benefits of a woman are lost, and the disadvantages of a woman make him sacrifice. " -Bing Xin
Say goodbye to Cambridge again
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;
Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant!
The pool under the shade of the elm tree is not a clear spring.
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.
If I were a snowflake
Handsome in midair
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley
Don't go to the desolate foothills.
I won't be disappointed in deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly-
Look, I have my direction!
Juanjuan dances in the air.
Find a quiet place.
Waiting for her visit in the garden-
Fly, fly, fly-
Ah, she smells of cinnabar plum.
At that time, I made my body lighter.
Yingying touched her skirt.
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve
Melt in her gentle heart.
(Note: Two lyric poems with the most beautiful artistic conception in Zhimo)