Night is a beautiful serenade. The theme of the whole poem is the quietness and beauty of the night, which conveys the poet's love for nature and his comfortable and quiet mind. Although the whole poem is purely about scenery, the poet draws inspiration from nature and blends himself into nature, which always reveals the poet's telepathy to nature and permeates rich details of life.
2. The famous English poem edmund spenser.
sonnet
Fourteen lines
Qingxin spring, the messenger of love, the powerful king,
During the Spring Festival, you are the pioneer of God's love.
Whose tent displays a wealth of armor?
Your coat is gorgeous and conspicuous.
All kinds of flowers, which spring has come?
There are countless flowers in the world,
Wearing gorgeous clothes.
Her elegant dress is dazzling.
Go find my love, she lies there carefree,
Go to my lover, she doesn't care,
However, in her winter, bowre:
She is still sleeping in her boudoir in winter;
Tell her that the happy time will not stop.
Tell her: Happy time won't last forever,
Unless she grabs his forehead,
Unless she can hold it firmly in her hand;
So she told herself to get ready as soon as possible,
Tell her to finish all the preparations as soon as possible,
Waiting for love among his lovely crew.
All right, go to those beautiful women and welcome the goddess of love:
Everyone who missed what she did,
If someone can't touch the soul of their lover,
He will bear the dew of repentance.
If you love God, you must give him the severe punishment he deserves.
Enjoy the sweet love while it is still young.
Seize this sweet love, while you are still young,
Because no one can call back the past time.
Youth is gone forever, like the sea flowing eastward.
3. Find a cool Qin Guan, a Tang poem, a Song poem, a Yuan song, a modern poem and a foreign poem describing summer.
Take the dog after the willow to enjoy the cool, and draw a bed on the south bank of the bridge.
In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are jagged and the wind gathers lotus fragrance.
Summer Drought and Bitter Heat by the Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling;
The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies up the mountain.
People are already afraid that the rivers and seas will dry up, and they will do whatever it takes.
Qingjiangyin
Author: Qian Lin Dynasty: Metagenre: Sanqu
Kindness fell on Wan Fan,
Save it for the sad season.
Indus leaves a leaf,
For thousands of months,
There is a lot of noise.
Yu Guangzhong
The light blue night overflows the window, and summer is too full.
The firefly's dream of a small palace lantern
Dream of Tang Palace and chasing little fans.
Dreaming of a star's funeral on another summer night
Dreaming of the extension and disappearance of a moment
And your sigh, my review and a moment of silence.
Foreign poetry
Fruit and cricket
Poetry of the earth/never/never dies: when/all the birds/faint in the hot sun,
Hidden in the shady forest, there is a sound.
On the newly mowed grass/on the surrounding hedge/floating
That's/fruit music! 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 in the middle of the pleasant grass.
The poetry of the earth never stops;
In/lonely winter/night, when/cold condenses/
It's quiet. It bounces off the fireplace.
Crickets' songs, in the/rising heating,
In sleepiness, people feel/that sound.
Like a grasshopper/singing on a grassy mountain.
4. Find a Tang poem, a Song poem, a Yuanqu, a modern poem and a foreign poem describing summer. Qin Guan chased Liu outside for a cool ride and drew a bed on the south bank of the bridge.
In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are jagged and the wind gathers lotus fragrance. "Summer Drought and Bitter Heat" by the Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling: The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies to the top of the mountain. People are already afraid of the exhaustion of rivers and seas, even at the expense of the sky.
Qingjiang quotes from: Dynasty: Yuan School: Sanqu's kindness has stopped and turned to a sad season. A phoenix tree leaves, anvil pestle for thousands of months, and there is a lot of iron outside the eaves.
The light blue night in Yu Guangzhong overflowed the window. In midsummer, I dreamed of the little palace lantern full of fireflies, the fan chased by the Tang Palace, another summer night, the funeral of a star, the extension and disappearance of a moment and your sigh, my review and silence for a moment, foreign poems and poems of the earth/never/never: when/ten thousand birds/reasons. It is eager to enjoy the luxury of midsummer. It never feels/its happiness will disappear. Once it is tired of singing, it perches comfortably in the middle of the pleasant grass. The poetry of the earth never stops: on a lonely winter/night, when/when the frost condenses/when it is quiet, a cricket's song plays from/by the fire. With the rising of heating and drowsiness, people feel/that sound seems to be footsteps in the grass.
5. Collection 1 Poem "Spring Thoughts" describing the summer night scenery, Tang Libai, the grass in your north is as green as jade, and the mulberries here are curved green branches.
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ? 2, "Hope of Spring" Although Tang Du Fu's country is broken, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the vegetation is spring.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. 3, "Zuo Ting Night Walk" Tang Du Fu spent a shadow, the palace was dark, and the birds sang for the habitat.
In the palace, thousands of families seem to be flashing, approaching the announcement that there should be more moonlight. I didn't dare to sleep at night, but I heard the key unlock the door, the night wind whispered, and the voice of missing floated to Grelott.
I have a petition to submit in the morning. I have been asking what time it is all night. 4, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Du Fu knows the rainy season and when spring will happen. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The night is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
5, "Acacia Tree" Don When those red berries come in spring, they wash your branches in the south. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
6. "Chunxiao" Tang Meng Haoran This morning in spring, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
7, "Spring Thoughts" Tang Huangfu Ranque-Notes and Yan-Notes tell the New Year, but so far it is Mazhen and Longqiu. I live next to the Han Palace Garden in Jingshi, and my heart flies to the lake with the bright moon.
Brocade palindromes tell the long hatred of missing, and flowers bloom upstairs to make fun of my being single. Excuse me, when will your coach, General Liu, draw back the stone tablet?
8, "Fu Degu Cao Yuan Farewell" Tang Bai Juyi "Grassy and Plain, Coming and Going with the Four Seasons". Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. Ah, my friend's prince, it's sad that you left again.
9, "Spring Poetry" Liu Tang Yuxi new makeup should be under the Zhu Lou, deep lock spring scenery. Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta.
10 "Singing Willow" In the Tang Dynasty, He Biyu hung down as a tapestry of countless strands of moss. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
1 1, Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong Song Sushi, a peach blossom outside the bamboo, was a duck prophet on the Spring River. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
12, "Dengguazhou" Wang Song Anshi's Jingkou Guazhou Yishui, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The spring breeze came to Jiang Nanan again. When will the bright moon shine on me? 13, "Eighteen members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring" Yutian Street in the Tang Dynasty has clear rain and grass color.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. 14 In the Song Dynasty, Song Qi Dongcheng gradually felt that the scenery was good, and it was corrugated to welcome guests.
Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring. Floating growth hates less pleasure, but is willing to love a daughter and smile.
Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night. 15 "Jiangnanchun quatrains" Tang Du Mu Qian Li Qing Ying riverside, Shanguo wine flag wind.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. 16, "Early Spring Expedition to Luo Zhong to Send Friends Off" Song Ouyang Xiu Chu color thousands of miles poor, pedestrians why bother to credit.
Fang spread the geese while waiting for the noise in the pavilion. In spring, grass enters the river and flowers bloom on the water.
A bottle of wine from the east wind makes you homesick for the New Year. 17, "Spring of Louyu" Song Xin Qi Jifeng wanted to persuade Chunguang to live, and Chunguang was on Cao Fang Road in the south of the city.
Flowers that don't flow with the water are made into floating mud. The stars are wrong, and people in spring are not conceited.
Dreaming that people are far away from many troubles, only in the pear flower storm. 18, "Spring Day" Song Zhuxi wins the day to find fragrance and waterfront, with boundless scenery.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. 19, "Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake" Tang Baijuyi Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. 20. "Jueju" The south of the Song Dynasty monk has a short canopy of ancient trees, and the vine helps me cross the east of the bridge.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. 2 1, "Gardens are worthless" Ye Songshao Weng should pity the dog's teeth and seal the moss, but Xiao Kouchai can't fly for a long time.
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. 1, in the summer, the mountain light in the west of Nantingsi Tang Xin Meng Haoran suddenly went out, and the moon in the east lake slowly rose.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
2, "Farmhouse on the Weihe River" Tang is on a country road under the setting sun, and cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
Pheasant [sentence] wheat seedlings are embroidered, silkworm moths are sleeping, peeling mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! . 3, "Xijiang Moon Walks Huangsha Road" Song Xin Qi Ji Mingyue is not surprised, and the breeze sings at midnight.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. 4. "Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple" Song Yang Wanli After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake was different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. 5, "Watching Wheat" Tang Baijuyi Tian Jia is less idle, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang. Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. There is a poor woman with a child on her back.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm. Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their hunger. Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.
There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
6, "Yixian" Tang Li Shangyin lived in the city, and spring went to summer. The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny.
Climbing on the high shelf, overlooking the distance, the sky is high and the afterglow of the sunset passes through the window lattice. Birds' nests have been dried, and their bodies are light again.
7, "Summer Night Sigh" Tang Du Fu can never be embarrassed, inflammation is poisoning my intestines. Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt.
Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.
When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies. Things have no details and are adaptive.
Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years. Why are you washing and looking at each other?
Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters. Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early.
North city is sad, storks fly. When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy.
8. "Summer Mountain Pavilion" The tall trees in the Tang Dynasty are dark green, and the summer is long, and the balcony reflects into the pool. The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.
9. "Three Roads in the Middle Road" In the Song Dynasty, there were several plum blossoms and streams were full of mountains. The green trees on the mountain road are as dense as when they came, and the bushes of several orioles in the dense forest add more fun than when they came.
10, Sleeping in Early Summer, Song Yang Wan.
6. It's beautiful outside foreign poetry circles-Janus? Rizos (excerpt)
I surrounded everything that existed there.
Walk in circles
In this circle,
This is your world.
I surrounded everything that existed there.
Walk in circles
Outside this circle,
This is my world.
Hamlet-Shakespeare (not a poem, but too famous)
To be or not to be is a question worth considering. Which is braver, silently enduring the cruel arrow of fate or standing up against the endless suffering in the world and ending everything in struggle?
Memories of Marianne Brecht (Germany) (excerpt)
It's a day in September,
I am in the slim shadow of the plum tree.
Hold her quietly, my love is like this.
Pale and silent, like an immortal dream.
In the bright summer sky above us,
There is a cloud, and my eyes have been fixed on it for a long time.
It's white, it's high and far away from us.
When I looked up, I found it was gone.
From that day on, many moons
Quietly across the sky, falling.
I don't remember what her face looks like.
I only remember kissing her that day.
When you're old.-Ye Zhi
When you are old, gray-haired and 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.
No, it's just that there is no-Gaoshanzi (this song should not be foreign).
Pretending to sigh when you don't want to talk can also make people depressed.
Don't want to work Extra encouragement can also cause stress.
Casual praise for not wanting to travel can also make people feel very emotional.
I don't want to recall the dusk on the best day without her, which will make people sigh.
There is no unhappiness, just an emotional silence to the end.
There was no silence, only some screaming.
No screaming, just some pain turned a deaf ear.
I didn't turn a deaf ear, but I couldn't see the clouds crossing the sky.
Freedom and Love —— petofi
Life is precious.
Love is more expensive.
If you are free.
You can throw them both.
7. Beautiful foreign poems 1 Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. The tears of the earth keep her smile young. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
Great despair burns the love of a blade of grass. She shakes her head and flies away with a smile. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water.
Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. Her wishing face haunts my dreams like rain at night. Once, we dreamed that we were strangers.
When we wake up, we know that we love each other. Once we dream that we are strangers. We woke up only to find each other dead. Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest. Some invisible hands, like an idle breeze, are playing the music in my heart. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. "This is an eternal question."
"What's your answer, sky?" "It's eternal silence." What is your language, sea water? The language of eternal questions. What's your answer, sky? The language of eternal silence. Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it loves you.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. But the illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great. The illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. They whispered happily in my heart. These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart. You can't see yourself, you can only see your own shadow.
You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow. God, my wish is stupid. They shout in your song. Let me hear it.
My wishes are tools, and they should cross your song, my Lord. Let me listen. I can't choose the best. It's the best choice for me.
I can't choose the best. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front of them. My existence is a permanent magic for me, and this is life.
My existence is a permanent surprise, and this is life. 23 "Our rustling leaves have a voice in response to the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? " "I'm just a flower."
We, the rustling leaves, all have voices to respond to the storm, but who are you, so silent? "I'm just a flower. Rest is to work what eyelids are to eyes. Rest is what the eyes are to the eyes. 25 people are newborn children, and his strength is the strength of growth.
Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth. God wants us to reward him because of the flowers he gave us, not the sun and the earth. God wants us to answer him in the flowers he gave us, not in the sun and the land. Light, like a naked child, plays happily among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people will cheat.
The light plays like a naked child, like a happy green leaf. It doesn't know that people can lie. Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror. Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flat mirror of your mirror. My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes her signature on it in tears: "I love you."
My heartbeat beats her waves on the shore of the world and writes her signature on it with tears: "I love them." 30 inch moon.