Jici
Poetry of the earth never dies;
When all the birds were dazzled by the hot sun,
Hidden in the shady forest, there is a sound.
Floating on the hedge around the newly cut grass,
That's the music of Guoguo! It competes first.
Indulge in the luxury of midsummer, it never feels.
Your own happiness fades away, and once you get tired of singing,
They perched comfortably on the pleasant grass.
The poetry of the earth never stops;
On a lonely winter night, when the frost condenses.
It's quiet, jumping back and forth on the fireplace.
Guo Guo's song, in the rising heating,
In sleepiness, people feel the sound.
Like a grasshopper chirping on a grassy mountain.
Night [2]
Ye Saining
The river is asleep,
The dark pine forest lost its noise.
The nightingale's song is silent,
Long-legged crake no longer crows happily.
When night falls, it's quiet,
I can only hear the stream singing softly.
The moon shines on the earth,
Silver everything around you.
The river is full of silver stars,
Silver waves overflow slightly in the stream.
Water flooded the grass on vilen,
Still shining with silver light.
When night fell, there was silence everywhere.
Nature is immersed in a dream.
The moon shines on the earth,
Silver everything around you.
Teaching analysis
Facing nature, poets have endless songs to sing. Keats, an English romantic poet, keenly captured the cries of two very common insects and made them. The poetry of the earth never dies? Sigh; In the works of Russian pastoral poet Ye Saining, the night is so quiet and beautiful that people have infinite reverie.