The disease brought me such a
Thought, on his balance:
Why should I be so alarmed?
The flame has burned all over the body.
The world is like a piece of coal,
Although I see balance
On the other side is a person's soul. He talked about incomparable beauty.
Oh, eyes and face are as white as clouds, eyes with hazy dreams,
The poet worked hard all his life,
Create a kind of rhythmic beauty,
But suddenly overturned by a woman's eyes,
Overthrow the leisurely meditation of the sky.
So my heart bows like a bow, and when the dew drops sleepy,
Fall in front of the leisurely stars and you,
Until god runs out of time. He wants clothes from heaven.
If I had clothes for heaven,
Woven with gold and silver light,
This blue, gray and black cloth
Belongs to night, day and morning,
I will spread them at your feet;
But I am poor and only have dreams;
I have to unfold my dream at your feet,
Walk gently, because you are stepping on my dream. Sail to Byzantium
That's not a country for the elderly. young people
Hug each other; The dying generation,
Birds in the tree are singing;
Fish waterfall, the sea is full of blue and white fish,
Fish, animals or birds praise all summer.
Everything that exists in life and death.
Addicted to the music of the senses, everyone neglected.
An eternal monument to reason. An aging old man is just a waste,
It was a tattered coat propped on a stick,
Unless the soul clapped its hands and sang, for its sake.
Every crack in the skin sings louder;
But there is no school to teach singing, only
Study the glory recorded on the monument,
So I crossed the ocean to come here.
The sacred castle of Byzantium. Oh, smart guy! Standing in the flame of God,
Like the golden eagle on the mural,
Coming out of the divine fire, spinning in the sky,
Please be the singing teacher of my soul.
Burning my heart, it's tied to a
Dying flesh, corroded by desire,
I don't know what it used to be; Please ... as soon as possible
Collect me into the eternal artistic arrangement. Once I'm divorced from nature, I won't be divorced from it.
Any natural object has my shape,
As long as the Greek goldsmith used gold glaze
Hammer gold,
Supply the sleepy emperor to stay awake;
Or sing on a golden branch
Everything past, present and future.
What the Byzantine nobles and ladies lost.
I sing about what I have lost and what I am afraid of winning.
I walked in a battle and fought again,
My emperor, the lost emperor, my soldiers, the lost soldiers,
The footsteps galloped in the undulating direction.
Always step on the same small stone. Stolen child
Shrewsbury forest is strewn at random among the rugged rocks.
A place leaning towards the center of the lake,
There is an island with lush vegetation.
A winged heron woke up.
Dormouse,
There, we hid,
A fantasy vat full of berries,
And stolen cherries, shining red.
Let's go, mortal children!
Holding hands with an elf,
To the wilderness and rivers,
The world is crying too much, you don't understand. There, the silver wave of moonlight is faint,
Put a lamp on the dark gravel.
At the farthest point in rox,
We stomped all night,
Interwoven with ancient dance shadows,
Exchange hands and eyes;
Finally, even the moon disappeared,
We jump back and forth,
Chasing bubbles;
The world is full of troubles,
Even in my sleep, I am so anxious.
Let's go, mortal children!
Holding hands with an elf,
To the wilderness and rivers,
The world is crying too much, you don't understand. There, the winding water flows from
Rushing down Granka Mountain,
Flowing into small puddles in reeds,
Even stars can't swim here,
We look for sleeping trout,
Whispering in their ears,
Give them an uneasy dream.
In those young streams
Tears were dripping on a piece of fern,
Tilt forward slightly,
Let's go, mortal children!
Holding hands with an elf,
To the wilderness and rivers,
The world is crying too much, you don't understand. A child with serious eyes.
Is walking with us;
He will never hear the calf again.
Sobbing on the warm hillside,
Or the sound of a kettle on the hob.
Sing peace to his chest,
Or look at the brown mouse.
Jumping around the cereal box.
Because here he comes, earthly child,
Holding hands with an elf,
To the wilderness and rivers,
The world cries too much, and he doesn't understand. Inniss Foley Island in the middle of the lake.
I want to get up and go to Philly Island, innis.
Build a hut there, with branches and walls covered with mud;
I want to keep a box of bees and grow nine rows of beans.
Living alone in the forest and grassland where bees are buzzing. Peace will come to me there, and peace will slowly drip down.
Slip from the veil in the morning to the place where crickets sing;
It shimmers in the middle of the night and turns purple at noon.
Evening is full of cardinals' wings. I have to get up and go, because from morning to night, from night to morning.
I heard the lake lapping gently against the coast;
Whether I stand on the road or on the gray sidewalk,
I always hear it calling in my heart. White bird
Dear, I hope we are a white bird on the waves!
The meteor is not dead yet, and we are tired of its shining;
The sky is very low, and the light of the blue star in the morning light
Awaken you and me, an immortal sadness.
A little drowsiness escapes from lily and rose dreams wet with dew;
Oh, dear, don't dream of the meteor shining.
Don't dream that the light of the blue star lingers in the dew;
I hope we can be Bai Niao on the waves: me and you!
I am troubled by countless islands and Dannan Lake.
Where time will forget us and sorrow will no longer come;
Will soon be far away from the erosion of rose and lily starlight.
As long as we are Bai Niao, my dear, wandering in the waves! The return of Christ
Rotating on an outwardly expanding rotating body,
Falcons can no longer hear their master's call.
Everything is scattered, and the center can no longer be maintained.
The world is full of chaos,
The tide of bloody chaos is surging,
Innocent manners are everywhere;
Excellent people lose confidence,
The bad guys are full of fiery fanaticism. There is no doubt that God's revelation is coming.
There is no doubt that Christ will come back.
The return of Christ! These words haven't been said yet,
Dazzling is the beast from the big memory:
In the desert, the shape of the head and the lion's body,
As cold as the sun,
Move your leg slowly and it will turn in circles.
Angry birds fly in the desert.
Darkness came again, and now I understand.
Twenty centuries of deep lethargy,
Had an annoying nightmare in the rotating cradle,
What kind of crazy beast, finally wait until the time,
Lazily fall into the holy land and be reborn? As time goes by, the truth
Although there are many branches, there is only one root;
Of all the lies when I was young,
I shake off my branches and flowers in the sun;
Now I can wither and enter the truth. Radial
The old stone face turned and looked forward;
If you think too much, you can't think any more;
Because beauty dies from beauty and value dies from value,
Ancient features have disappeared in human hands.
Unreasonable blood flow polluted the fields;
Empedocles threw everything on the ground;
Hector is dead, and Troy is bright;
We just watched the laughter of sadness and joy. If a numb nightmare rides on your head,
Blood and sludge cover sensitive bodies-
So what? Don't sigh, don't be sad,
A greater and more moving era has disappeared;
For painted car bodies and cosmetic boxes,
I sighed in the ancient tomb, but I never sighed again;
So what? A voice came from the hole,
It only knows one word "hi!" Behavior and work become thicker and thicker, and the soul becomes thicker and thicker.
So what? The ancient stone face looked at everything kindly;
People who love horses and women will be taken from
In the broken tomb of marble
Or chickens, minks and owls in the dark
Or dig in any rich, dark nothingness,
Workers, nobles, saints, all these things.
Similarly, the unfashionable rotation makes the rotation endless. The poet's love for him
I respectfully bring it to you.
My book of endless dreams,
The torture of passion makes women pale,
When the tide washes the beach gray and red;
Ah, from the pale fire of time
Trumpet, but more ancient is my heart,
Pale with endless dreams
Woman, I give you a warm song. love song
Honey, we're leaving, we're leaving, you and me,
Go to the forest and shake off a drop of dew;
Watch salmon swim, hover with crows,
Honey, we'll hear it. We'll hear it.
Bucks and roes call each other in the distance.
There are birds singing softly for us on the branches.
Invisible cuckoo, cuckoo's passion exulted,
Oh, beautiful people, death will never come,
Come to this distant and fragrant forest. Poems written in depression
When did you last see it?
The man on the moon has round green eyes and a slender figure.
Panther with rickety body?
All the wild witches. These noblest women,
Because all their brooms and tears
Their angry tears are gone.
The sacred half man and half horse in the mountains are gone,
I have nothing but the bitter sun;
Exiled the hero's mother, the moon, and disappeared.
Now that I am 50 years old,
I must put up with this timid sun. Living beauty
I hope so, because the wick and lamp oil are all burned out.
The blood passage is frozen,
My unsatisfied heart is satisfied with.
It was cast in a bronze mold.
Or the beauty revealed from the dazzling marble,
Appear, but disappear with us,
Compared with ghosts, it is lonely for us.
Would care less. Oh, heart, we are old;
The beauty of living is only for younger people;
We can't afford its rolling tears of blackmail. To his heart, tell it not to be afraid.
Quiet, quiet, trembling heart;
Remember the ancient wisdom:
Let the huge wind, fire and flood
Hide that man, he faces
The wind blows over the stars,
Trembling in fire and flood because of him.
Do not belong to a lonely and dignified group. Secret rose
Distant, secret, inviolable roses,
You hug me at my critical moment; There,
These are in sacred graves or wine cabinets,
People looking for you, in the turmoil of frustrated dreams.
And chaos: deeply.
In the pale eyelids, drowsiness is lazy and heavy,
People call it beauty. Your huge leaf cover
The beards of the ancients were presented by three glorious saints.
Ruby and gold, the man who saw it with his own eyes
The emperor who crucified the hands and elders.
Stand up in Luther's fantasy and dim the torch.
Finally woke up from madness and died; And he, he once met.
Vander towards the distant in the burning dew,
Walking on the gray coast where the wind has never blown,
A kiss, he lost Emma, lost the world;
He drove the gods out of the castle,
The past hundred mornings have been full of flowers and colors.
He feasted his eyes on the beautiful scenery and buried the grave of the dead with tears;
The proud and dreamy emperor wore the crown.
Put your sadness aside and put your wine stains in the forest.
Cried the poet and clown among the vagrants,
He once sold farmland, houses and daily necessities.
For years, he searched on the shore and on the island,
At last he found it, crying and laughing.
Such a dazzling girl,
At midnight, people beat food with a lock of hair-
A small lock of stolen hair. I'm waiting, too
A hurricane of love and hate.
When the stars are scattered in the sky,
Like a spark in a blacksmith's shop, and then it becomes dim,
Obviously, your time has come, and your hurricane is blowing violently.
The distant, most secret and inviolable rose? Old, old, white-headed, sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the heavy shadows of their past;
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
I hung my head, by the red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars. Indian love songs
In the morning light, the island slept soundly,
Huge branches dripping silently;
Peacocks dance on the smooth lawn,
A parrot swayed on the branch,
Shouting at his own figure on the mirror-like sea. We're going to anchor a lonely ship here,
Wandering arm in arm forever,
Whispers from lips to lips,
Along the grass, along the sand dunes,
Tell how far the restless land is:
There are only two of us in the world.
How to hide under a quiet tree,
Our love has grown into an Indian star,
The fire of the burning heart,
There are sparkling tides and twinkling wings in my heart.
Heavy branches, lamenting for a hundred days
Wild pigeons with good feathers;
How will the soul wander after we die,
At that time, the silence of dusk enveloped the sky.
The dim phosphorescence of the sea reflects fuzzy footprints. arrow
I think of your beauty and this arrow.
Composed of fantasy, it falls between my bones.
No man dares to look at her, no one,
When she first grew up.
Tall and noble, with face and chest.
As soft as an apple blossom.
This kind of beauty is more intimate, but I have one thing.
Cry for the beauty of the past. Long-legged mosquito
In order not to sink civilization,
Lost the war,
Tell the dog to be quiet and tie the pony.
Tied to a distant post;
Our Lord put Caesar in a tent,
The map unfolded before him,
His eyes were blank and his chin was supported by one hand. Like a long-legged mosquito flying on the river, his mind glides in silence. In order to burn the tower to the sky,
Remind people of that face,
Walk gently, if you have to,
In this lonely place.
A woman, three children, she thought.
Nobody saw it; Bipedal movement
I go to school on the street.
Gypsy steps. For example, long-legged mosquitoes flying on rivers,
Her thoughts slipped in silence.
In order for young girls to find
The first Adam in their hearts,
Close the door of the papal church,
Don't let those children in.
Leaning on the scaffold.
Michelangelo.
Gently, lighter than a mouse,
His hand turned back and forth.
For example, long-legged mosquitoes flying on rivers,
His thoughts slipped in silence. He remembered the forgotten beauty.
When I hug you tightly,
I put my heart on that purity-
The purity that has long since disappeared in the world;
The emperor is in the army on the run.
A precious crown was thrown into a dark pool,
The woman who is dreaming is on the carpet.
Woven with silver thread, just for swallowing.
All the love stories about mullet fattening;
Those who used to be in the old society
A rose is inserted in a woman's black hair,
When those women walked through the sacred corridor,
Holding a cold lily in his hand;
In the corridor, there is gray smoke.
Rise, only God's eyes are not closed:
Because of the pale chest and connected hands
From a land full of dreams,
A more dreamy moment than this,
When you kiss one after another, you are eager,
I heard that Bai Meishen is also very eager.
At that moment: everything disappeared like dew,
But the flame on the flame, the ocean under the ocean,
The throne followed the throne, and those places slept lightly,
Their swords hung on their iron knees,
She mused on the mystery of her pride and loneliness. Fireside
Come on, dream of empires and emperors,
Roast chestnuts on the stove rack;
Around us, the white road is endless,
Under the sad star, under the sad star. Whisper: lest we be sad,
Around us, groups of shadows are sneaking around-
Leave it alone, if you cross that shadow,
The raging wheel of "destiny" is speeding. Empire after empire rises, empire after empire declines,
A noisy country, a fierce war,
Measure them in an hour's dream,
Roast chestnuts on the hob. Lida and Swan
Sudden attack: on the tottering girl,
A pair of huge wings are still flapping, and there are a pair of black webbed wings.
Touching her thigh, the goose beak holding her neck,
His chest clings to hers. Fingers, in a daze, how can I have the ability?
Push Bai Rong away from his loose legs?
The body, overturned in the white waves,
I only feel a strange heartbeat! My waist and thighs trembled. It came out.
Broken walls, the podium is full of smoke and flames.
And the death of Agamemnon.
When she was possessed.
The local area was conquered by the blood in the sky.
Until the cold beak let her go,
Did she gain his strength and knowledge? 19/kloc-Easter in 0/6
I met them at dusk,
They look very lively.
From the gray house in the eighteenth century
Leave the counter or desk and come out.
Ceng Dian nodded when I passed them.
Or say meaningless hello,
Or spent some time among them,
After another polite and meaningless conversation,
I thought of it before I finished.
A satirical story or joke,
In order to sit by the fire in the club,
Talking about having fun with your partner,
Because I believe we are just.
Make a living where you play the clown;
But everything has changed, completely changed:
A terrible beauty was born. That woman during the day.
In naive goodwill,
She spent all her nights arguing,
The argument made her hoarse and blushed.
She is young and mature. Why does she have a voice?
Better than her voice,
When she chased rabbits for hunting?
This man runs a school,
Will also ride our flying horse;
The other, his assistant and friend,
Also joined his ranks;
His ideas are bold and excellent,
And maybe a sensitive nature.
He will finally gain popularity.
The other guy is rude.
What a vain drunkard, I think.
He once told someone in my heart.
Did some of the most boring moves,
But in this song, I want to mention him:
He also learned from absurd comedies.
Resign from his post;
He, like everyone else,
Changed, completely changed:
A terrible beauty was born. Many people have only one purpose in their hearts.
After summer, after winter,
It's like being possessed and turned to stone,
Disturb the fountain of life.
Horses from the road,
Riders, from the clouds
Birds fly to the billowing clouds,
It changes every minute;
The shadow of floating clouds fell on the stream.
It changes every minute;
A horseshoe slipped by the water,
A horse fluttered in the water;
Long-legged female grouse swooped down,
Giggling at the male grouse;
They live every minute;
The stone is in the middle of all this. Too long a sacrifice.
Can turn the heart into stone.
Oh, when will it be enough?
That's God's business, our business.
It's mumbling a bunch of names,
It's like a mother talking about her children.
When sleep finally covers
Limbs that run wildly all day.
Isn't that the night coming?
No, no, not night, but death;
Is this death unnecessary?
Because Britain may keep its faith,
No matter what you say or do.
We know their dreams;
Until they dream and die.
This is enough; Why care too much about love?
Confuse them before they die?
I write them in poetry—
McDonagh and Connolly,
Pierce and McBree,
Now and in the future, no matter where.
As long as the surface is green,
Changed, completely changed:
A terrible beauty was born. People grow up with time.
I am haggard with dreams,
Wind and rain, in the stream
Marble carved Poseidon;
I observed it all day.
The beauty of this lady
I think I found it in a book.
A beauty of painting,
I am happy with the fullness of my eyes.
Or the cleverness of the ears,
I'm glad to be a wise man,
Because people grow with the years;
But, but,
Is this my dream, or is it real?
Oh, I wish we had met.
When I have burning youth!
But I am old in my dream.
Wind and rain, in the stream
Marble carved Poseidon. A cold sky
Suddenly I saw the cold sky, which was pleasant for the white-billed crow.
It seems that the ice is burning and more ice appears.
So my imagination and heart were driven crazy.
So this or that accidental idea
Suddenly disappeared, leaving only memories, which should be out of date.
With the blood of youth and the love that has already been written off;
I put all the responsibility on my feelings and senses,
Until I cried, shaking all over and shaking back and forth.
Be penetrated by light. Oh! When ghosts begin to resurrect
Dead bed chaos is over, is it naked?
As the book says, it was sent to the road by God.
Strike as punishment for injustice? dawn
Dawn, I want to be as ignorant as you.
overlook
Measure a town with a brooch
Old queen,
Or look down from the pedant's tower of Babylon.
I caught a glimpse of leisurely running in my own track.
Old people on earth,
Where the stars are dim, the moon comes out
So they swallow pills and do arithmetic problems;
And I want to be as ignorant as dawn.
In a daze, driving a shiny carriage
On the horse's cloud shoulder;
I believe-because knowledge is worthless.
Ignorance and innocence are like the dawn. Step into the twilight
In a tired era, a tired heart,
Stay away from the net of right and wrong,
Laugh, heart, once again in the gloomy twilight,
Sigh, heart, once again in the morning dew. Your mother, Irish and China, will always be young,
Dew is always shining, twilight is always hazy,
Although you have lost hope and love-
All this is burning in the flames of slander. Come on, heart, where mountains connect,
Because the sun and the moon, the valleys and the Woods,
And mysterious rivers and streams.
Brotherhood, according to their wishes. God stood and blew his lonely horn,
Time and the world are always flying,
Love is not as affectionate as the gloomy twilight,
I hope it is not as amiable as the dew in the morning. Cole manor swan
The trees are covered with beautiful autumn clothes.
The path in the forest is very dry,
October dusk, flowing water
Reflect the quiet sky,
There are ripples on the stone,
Fifty-nine swans are swimming. Ever since I first counted them,
Nineteen degrees of autumn has passed,
I saw it before I could count it again.
They all flew at once.
Flapping their wings loudly,
Form a big and broken circle to fly. I stared at these dazzling swans,
At the moment, I feel a surge of sadness.
Everything has changed, since the first time by the river,
It's also dusk,
I heard swans flapping their wings on my head.
So the pace is more agile. Not tired, lovers,
In the cold and friendly river
Forward or spread your wings and fly into the air,
Their hearts are still young,
Wherever they drift, they
Always have passion and win love. Now they are floating on the calm water,
Mysterious, beautiful and moving,
But one day I woke up and they had already flown away.
Oh, which reeds will they live in,
Which pool, which lake,
Is it pleasing to the eye?