liu zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
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This version is said to be translated by foreigners:
classical poem with four five-character lines
liu zongyuan
River snow
There are no birds in the mountains,
A thousand roads without footprints;
A boat, a bamboo cloak,
An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.
Another version:
From one mountain to another, no birds fly.
From path to path, I can't see anyone.
A lonely fisherman floats on the water.
Fishing alone in the snow
Hee hee, just kidding.
I have studied this poem, but I only vaguely remember it because of too long time. The following is the full text of ZT. Please correct me if there are any mistakes.
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It's getting closer and closer to the Chinese New Year, and it's especially emotional to see this poem at this time. It has snowed heavily this year. Let us feel the enjoyment it brings us.
Parked by the Woods on a snowy night
Robert Frost
I think I know whose forest this is.
Although his house is in the village;
He won't see me parked here.
Watching his Woods covered with snow.
My pony must feel very strange.
Stop when there is no farmhouse nearby.
Between the Woods and the ice lake
The darkest night of the year.
He rang his harness bell.
Ask if there is any mistake.
The only other sound is the sweeping sound.
The breeze is gentle and the snow is falling.
The forest is lovely, dark and deep.
But I have to keep my promise,
I still have a long way to go before I fall asleep,
I still have a long way to go before I fall asleep.
Translation:
On a snowy night, horses are stationed in the forest.
Robert frost
I think I know whose forest this is.
Although his home is in the countryside over there;
He can't see me standing here,
Look at his Woods, it's snowy.
My pony will feel strange,
Stay in a place without a farmhouse,
Between the forest and the ice lake.
The darkest winter night of the year.
It rattles with the bell.
Ask me if I am in the wrong place.
Besides, but the smell of the breeze
Snowflakes are like goose feathers.
The forest is lovely, dark and deep.
But I still have a lot to drive before I go to bed,
I still have a long way to go before I can sleep.
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