( 1822- 1823)
I put sigh and pain,
Instill it into this book,
If you open it,
Show me my secret.
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From my tears
"[14] los ajiao?
My sigh
It became the song of the nightingale.
Love, if you love me,
I'll give all the flowers,
At your window
The nightingale will sing.
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Stick your face on mine,
Let tears stay together!
Stick your heart to mine,
Let love burn together!
Waiting for our tears,
Throw yourself into the fire,
When I hold you tight-
I'd rather be a martyr!
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Stars in space,
Nothing has changed for thousands of years,
They looked at each other,
Sadness with love.
They speak a language,
Very rich and beautiful,
But any linguist,
I know nothing about this language.
I've studied it,
And never forget;
The grammar on which I am based
It's the face of my lover.
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I have occupied your heart for a long time,
You've completely forgotten,
Your sweet, hypocritical, narrow-minded heart,
It's hard to find anything sweeter and more hypocritical than it.
You forget love and trouble,
They tortured my heart together.
I don't know, is love deeper than suffering?
I only know that they are both horribly deep!
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There is only one pine tree.
On the barren hills in the north.
It enters a sleepy place; ice and snow
Wrap it in a white blanket.
It dreamed of a palm tree,
Growing up in the Far East,
Loneliness and sadness,
On the burning rock wall.
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Dear beautiful lover,
I will never forget:
I once had you,
Your heart and your body.
Your delicate young body,
I also want to possess it;
That heart can be buried,
It is enough for me to have my own heart.
I'm going to cut open my heart,
Blow half of it into your body,
I'll hold you tight,
Our body and mind should be one.
Forty two.
Countless ancient phantoms
Raised from the grave,
It's like I'm by your side.
I spent some days.
It feels like a dream during the day.
Running all over the street;
People looked at me strangely,
I am silent and sad.
The atmosphere at night is better,
The streets are empty;
Just me and my figure,
Wandering silently.
I strolled across the bridge,
Footsteps echoed;
The moon emerged from the clouds,
Pay tribute with focused eyes.
I stopped in front of your house,
Staring at the sky,
Staring at your window-
I feel sad in my heart.
I know you often lean out of the window.
Peep down,
Look at me standing in the moonlight,
Like a pillar.
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On your face.
This is a hot summer;
In your heart,
This is a cold winter.
My favorite person!
All this must change.
It will be winter on your face,
It will be the summer in your heart.
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Two people separated,
Always shake hands and say goodbye,
Started crying,
Then I couldn't stop sighing.
We didn't cry,
No sigh!
Until after the breakup,
Just crying and sighing.
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I cried in my dream for a while,
I dreamed that you were lying in the grave.
I woke up, my face
Pearl is still in tears.
I cried in my dream for a while,
I dreamed that you abandoned me.
I woke up sadly,
I cried for a long time, too
I cried in my dream for a while,
I dreamed that you didn't change your mind.
I woke up with tears in my eyes.
Still flying like a tidal wave.
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I meet you in my dream every night,
Seeing your love for me,
I couldn't help crying,
Kneel at your feet.
You look at me sadly,
Shake your golden head gently;
Tears are like beads
Slowly get dirty from your eyes.
You whisper to me,
Give me a bunch of cypresses.
When I woke up, I didn't see the branches of cypress.
I forgot your light words, too
Sixty-eight
Love, because of your eyes
No longer shine on me,
Darkness and thick darkness,
Always by my side
Beautiful star of love,
Destroyed the glory,
The abyss opens at my feet-
Ancient night, please swallow me!
1 Snow Dance Romantic Spring Night
Spring in the north
Always late,
The footsteps of spring
Always hesitating to go out of the winter gate,
People always complain about spring.
Tenderness and meanness to her,
Refuse to come early.
This spring,
Seems to be particularly concerned about the north,
Breathe the breath of spring early.
To the border town of Saibei,
Let people feel it in early spring.
The splendor of spring,
The tenderness of the spring breeze,
Chun Xue's nutrition,
think
Spring in the north has finally arrived.
You can come earlier than usual.
It's like people happily bathing in spring.
Looking forward to the early blooming of spring flowers,
A heavy snow.
On a spring night,
immediately
involve
The whole city,
This town is in the romantic moment of snow dance.
Fall into a dream of ice and snow.
Flying snow,
Winter dream of flying,
Fly with the thoughts of spring,
Fly with pure love.
Every flying snowflake
Like an elf praying for spring,
Put selfless love
Pour it on the thirsty earth;
Every flying snowflake
Like a dancer who sings for spring,
Put the green dream
Hope pinned on vilen;
Every flying snowflake
Like a poem written for spring,
Put the solidified love
Into a kiss on the land.
In the dream of snow and ice,
I saw it.
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs,
I saw it.
The lithe figure of Prince Charming,
I saw it.
Flying fairy dancing white dress,
I saw it, too
Next to the fort made of snow.
Standing in the snow
A snowman like a knight,
they
It seems to be guarding the peace of all things.
In the dream of snow and ice,
I can't hear you.
The noise of the city,
Invisible
The flashing of neon lights,
however
I hear the snow in spring.
Recite poetry,
see
Snow White dances lightly.
Embrace spring.
Pieces of edelweiss, one after another, one after another.
it seems to be
Is the messenger of spring,
Godardi
A affectionate kiss,
completely
Innocent smile,
give me
A charming dream.
It's like a waterfall with white hair stained with frost.
Covering the earth,
Dark gray curtains in winter
In this snowy dream
Falling quietly,
The wind is blowing outside the window.
give an instrumental performance
Sad notes are like the sound of surging waves,
Like a lonely person
Dry eyes
Looking for poetry with spring flavor.
gently
Stripping the veil of the season,
White light locked on vilen.
My watch.
Really want to
There are pictures of snow everywhere,
Draw a picture of a dream
Crystal castle
expect
There are small plum blossoms in Chun Xue.
hope
In a faint fragrance
A bright moon rises.
[Romantic Poetry] Spring Spring
William Blake
Spring is coming,
Everything revives.
This is manifested in the activities of animals:
The birds are beaming,
The cock crows,
Larks fly in the sky,
The nightingale sings in the valley;
This is also reflected in children's activities:
Jumping around, laughing and joking,
Play with small animals.
Play the flute!
It's mute now.
Happy birds
Day and night.
nightingale
In the valley,
Larks in the sky
Pleasantly
Welcome the new year with joy.
little boy
Full of joy.
Little girl
Sweet and small.
Roosters do crow,
You too.
Happy voice,
Baby noise,
Welcome the new year with joy.
Lamb,
I am here,
Come and lick it
My white neck.
Let me pull
Your soft wool.
Let me kiss you.
Your soft face.
Welcome the new year with joy.
Appreciation of English Romantic Poetry: Spring
Play the flute!
Now it is silent.
day and night
Birds like it.
There is a nightingale.
Deep in the valley,
Larks in the sky,
Full of joy,
Greet the new year with joy.
little boy
Very cheerful.
Little girl
Delicate and lovely.
The cock crows,
You scream, too.
A sweet voice,
The baby's voice,
Greet the new year with joy.
Lamb,
I am here,
Come and lick.
My white neck.
Your hair is very soft,
Let me take the lead.
Your face is exquisite,
Let me kiss you.
Happily, we ushered in the New Year.
Say goodbye to Cambridge again
Xu zhimo
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
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 Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring,
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed.
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams?
Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-
In my dream,
In the light waves of dreams.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-
In my dream,
Her tenderness, my intoxication.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-
In my dream,
Sweetness is the brilliance of dreams.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-
In my dream,
Her ingratitude, my sadness.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-
In my dream,
Heartbroken in the sadness of dreams!
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-
In my dream,
Hazy is the light in a dream.
once in a while
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected into your heart-
You shouldn't be surprised,
There's no need to be happy-
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
You remember it well,
You'd better forget,
In this meeting, light is released from each other!
Midnight breeze
This is the hillside on a winter night.
An abandoned monastery on the hillside,
Lonely dreams in Lu's novels;
Pray in repentance and sink in despair; -
Why do you make such a hullabaloo about,
Golden drum pheasant tiger leopard?
Why this whisper, this desire,
The tragedy of passion and the ups and downs of life-
Submerged again,
This wandering dream soul and abandoned monk's house?
Dream by the sea
I wandered alone by the sea,
Looking at the boundless rosy clouds,
I remember my love,
I wonder where she is at this time.
I'll wait here-
Why didn't she come?
I'm crazy by the sea alone-
There are countless thoughts on the beach.
If she's with me,
Take a walk on this lonely beach?
In the sound of seagulls,
Listen to those whispers,
On the shallow beach,
Staggered footprints,
I was singing love songs by the sea,
Love, you whisper!
This seaside is not your home or mine,
Look at the bloody sunset over there;
We want to die,
We embraced and jumped into the center of the waves.
Destroy this skin,
So that you and my soul can live happily for a long time.
At this time, the new binary star is hanging in the sky.
Sending out the indelible light of love.
The sun has set,
The beauty of this dusk,
Who can draw it?
The endless horizon,
Where is my home,
Where is my home?
Honey, I miss you so much,
Are you a little worried?
Emerald night
You really left, tomorrow? Then I, then I, ...
You don't have to worry, sooner or later;
If you want to remember me, remember me,
Otherwise, forget the world before it's too late.
With me, I don't have to think about time and space.
Think of it as a dream, a fantasy;
Think of it as the residual red we saw the day before yesterday.
Timid and pitying in front of the wind, a fluttering,
Two petals, fall to the ground, step on them and turn into mud. ...
Alas, people step on it and turn it into mud-it's clean when it turns into mud.
This half-dead man is suffering,
Looking at an attic, heavy and tearful-
Oh, my God, why did you come? Why did you come? ...
I can't forget you, the day you came,
As if the dark future is bright,
You are my husband, my lover, my benefactor,
You taught me what life is and what love is.
You woke me up in a coma and cleared me.
How do I know the sky is high and the grass is green without you?
Touch my heart, how fast it beats;
Touch my face again, how focal it is, but I can't see it in the dark; Love, I can't breathe,
Stop kissing me; I can't stand this kind of intense work,
My soul is like a burning brick these days.
Wrought iron, under the hammer of love, hits, hits and sparks.
Scattered ... I'm dizzy, hold me tight,
Love, let me stay in this quiet garden,
How beautiful it is to die on your chest with your eyes closed!
The wind rustled in the white tree overhead,
This is my funeral song, this breeze,
Blowing from the olive grove, with pomegranate flowers,
Take my soul away, firefly,
Affectionate and dedicated fireflies, with their light,
I stopped when I got to the bridge with the third ring hole.
Look, you're holding my half-hot body,
Call me, kiss me, shake me, suck me, ...
I will smile and follow the breeze,
Let him lead me, heaven, hell, anywhere,
Anyway, lose this disgusting life and experience this death.
In love, the death of this love center is not as good as.
500 reincarnations? ..... selfish, I know,
But I don't care ... will you die with me?
What, it's not a complete "love to death" without a pair,
If you want to fly, you must fight with two pairs of wings.
It's different to take care of when you go to heaven,
I can't live without you and you can't live without me;
If it's hell, you won't be at ease if I go alone.
You said that hell might be more civilized than this world.
Although I don't believe that a delicate flower like me,
There is no guarantee that there will be no more storms.
You can't hear me clearly when I call you.
That's not asking for liberation, but throwing it into the mud,
On the contrary, cold-eyed ghosts colluded with hard-hearted people.
Laugh at my fate and your cowardice and carelessness?
That's right. What should I do?
It's hard to live, it's too hard, and you can't get rid of it when you die.
I don't want you to sacrifice your future for me.
Alas! You said you'd better live and wait for that day!
Is there that day? -You are my confidence;
But you must leave at dawn. Do you really have the heart?
Leave without me? I can't keep you, it is fate;
But this flower, without sun and dew soaking,
If you don't die, you will inevitably fall out. What a pity!
You can't forget me, dear, except in your heart,
I have no life; Yes, I listen to you, I wait,
I have to wait patiently when Cycas bloom;
Love, you will always be a star above my head;
If I die unfortunately, I will become a firefly.
In this garden, next to the grass roots, flying in the dark,
Dusk flies to midnight, midnight flies to dawn,
I just hope there are no clouds in the sky, and I can see the sky.
The unchanging big star in the sky is you,
I hope you can shine more light for me at night,
Through the day, through the heart of love ...
The breeze blows down the dream of spring.
Pieces of goose down are flying in front of my eyes,
Suspicion is plum heart butterfly bone drunk spring breeze;
A broken piano and broken flutes and drums,
Vaguely, the mountain wind urges the waterfall to be a pine tree;
The affection at the end of the dream, the simple heart,
Vague dreams, dreams,-
Teach the breeze in the song of birds,
Blow gently-blow my pillow,
Tender feelings on the pillow-the interpretation of spring dreams
In a blink of an eye, the color is scattered!
These dark gray and light purple, the understanding of dreams and souls,
Still clinging to the edge of dreams,
There is nothing like the wind blowing dust and dreams,
Even if you want to go home, it's hard not to see it;
Breeze! You come from the valley of the green forest,
Natural music,
With the light of grass and flowers,
Comfort the poet's loneliness,
Climb up the curtain and ask her sister-in-law.
You know, you called this morning,
Call away fate-
Deep gratitude in the dream?
Ren Chunchao's tenderness,
Who pays for freedom?
Just look at the average dream,-
Poetic heart, soul love, ideal color haze,-
Like a messy rose in the shadow of spring,
Like the cuckoo's sigh at dawn,
The rhyme is broken and the fragrance is scattered. May the sky be high and the clouds far away.
The wings of dreams fly together, gone forever!
Shanghai-Hangzhou chezhong
Hurry! Come on, come on!
When is a cigarette, a mountain and a cloud?
A water, a bridge, a car accident,
A forest pine tree, a bunch of bamboo, red leaves are:
Colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery,
As clear as a dream, vague, hidden,-
Come on, come on! Is it a wheel or time?
Urging old Qiu, urging old age!
Luxury time!
Quiet, all that rustles is shiny gold,
Covered with infinity,
The waves and scales are full of bright boats.
Enchanting scenes, put on colorful coats for me,
Make an altar of fragrant flowers, fold a vine flower, dance,
In the grapes, hanging upside down, in a coma.
Happy snow
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!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
I was naked at that time,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
Residual gun
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Sitting late at night:
When the window has round lights,
The wind carries dust in the street.
Running in the alley:
I want to curl up on a bare nib.
A broken tone,
To express my broken thoughts.
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Sitting late at night:
The sharp night is cool in the window.
Jealous of the waste heat in the house,
Nor forgive my limbs;
But I'm going to draw it with my semi-dry ink
Some broken patterns,
Because broken, broken is my mind.
three
Sitting late at night,
Surrounded by some ugly ghosts:
Burned trees
Yelling along the frozen river,
Compared with the desperate posture,
Just as I want to be in a broken consciousness
Reproduce a broken world.
four
Sitting late at night,
Close your eyes and look back at the clouds in the past;
Ah, she is still Bai Lianhua in Leng Yan.
Leaning against the breeze, ten thousand kinds of exquisiteness;
But I am not sunshine or dew,
I only have difficulty breathing,
Like a group of mice stuck between the rafters.
Chase, pursue darkness and nothingness!
Residual gun
one
Sitting late at night:
When the window has round lights,
The wind carries dust in the street.
Running in the alley:
I want to curl up on a bare nib.
A broken tone,
To express my broken thoughts.
two
Sitting late at night:
The sharp night is cool in the window.
Jealous of the waste heat in the house,
Nor forgive my limbs;
But I'm going to draw it with my semi-dry ink
Some broken patterns,
Because broken, broken is my mind.
three
Sitting late at night,
Surrounded by some ugly ghosts:
Burned trees
Yelling along the frozen river,
Compared with the desperate posture,
Just as I want to be in a broken consciousness
Reproduce a broken world.
four
Sitting late at night,
Close your eyes and look back at the clouds in the past;
Ah, she is still Bai Lianhua in Leng Yan.
Leaning against the breeze, ten thousand kinds of exquisiteness;
But I am not sunshine or dew,
I only have difficulty breathing,
Like a group of mice stuck between the rafters.
Chase, pursue darkness and nothingness!