Ma Zhiyuan?
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water,
The ancient road is westerly and thin.
The sun went down,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
With the tune of the clear sand
Ma Zhiyuan
Dead vines hang on old branches,
Crows croak at dusk.
Several houses are hidden behind a narrow bridge.
There is a quiet stream under the bridge.
Along a shabby path, in the west wind,
A thin horse trudged along.
The sun sets in the west,
The lovesick traveler is still at the end of the world.
2. "Spring Encounter"
Hao Cheng
The clouds are light and the wind is light, and it is nearly noon.
Follow Liuliu across Qianchuan River.
When people don't know how to enjoy life,
This will be called taking time out to learn from teenagers.
An impromptu poem written in spring
Hao Cheng
At noon, the clouds are light and the wind is light.
I passed the stream beside the willows and flowers.
You don't know my young and happy heart,
Said I followed a young man to enjoy his free time.
3. Pingsha Wild Goose in Shouyang District
Ma Zhiyuan?
Nanchuan letter,
Send books to the north,
Semi-habitat nearshore flowering trees.
Like a lost companion,
Haimen second and third lines are inclined.
Swan in the shallows
The sun dedicated to life
Ma Zhiyuan
You are the messenger of the south,
You are the messenger of the north,
Rest on the shallows near the flowers.
Just like lonely love birds without a partner in the world,
The swan flew obliquely eastward to the sea.
4. Youzhou Tower? 》
Chen Ziang
Where were those lost times before me? ,
Behind me, where is the next generation? !
I think of heaven and earth, with no limit and no end.
A person, I shed tears!
Climbing Youzhou Tower
Where are the sages of the past?
What about the next few years?
Heaven and earth are eternal,
Lonely, I shed sad tears.
5. Snowman
Wallace? Stevens
Be sure to have a winter mood,
Only in this way can we appreciate the snow-white ice crystals in front of thousands of trees;
Only through a long period of cold,
Will appreciate the shining luster of pine branches wrapped in silver in the sunset;
The cold wind whistled and the leaves hissed.
The strong sound of winter haunts my ears;
The same song sounded on the vast land,
The listener in the snow put aside all his sadness:
We can only look at the nonexistent nothingness through our own nothingness,
Only when there is no existence can we gain insight into the existence of nothingness.
TheSnowMan
Snowman
Wallace Stevens
One must have a winter mind.
Pay attention to frost and branches
Snow-covered pine trees;
It has been cold for a long time.
To see the juniper covered with ice,
Spruce is rough in the distant flash.
January sunshine; Don't think.
Any pain in the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
This is the voice of the earth
Full of the same wind
Blowing in the same bare place
For listeners listening in the snow,
He didn't see anything
Nothing does not exist, and nothing exists.
Extended data:
Poetry is a lyrical literary genre.
A literary genre that expresses the author's rich emotions in highly concise language, reflects social life and has a certain rhythm and rhythm.
References:
Poetry-Baidu Encyclopedia