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The friendship I cherish is a work of art.
I accidentally picked it up from the waves and sand of time,
Hanging on the bus in a hurry,
Sometimes almost gone with the wind, but not lost;
Then I was killed by my feelings when I met you by chance.
Repeated excavation, the longer the more valuable.
Because it echoes my lost youth,
Also let me fondly recall the past;
A detailed sculpture with letters and a sense of * * *,
Putting it by the window at the end of the old year not only embellishes loneliness,
Reflect the world outside the window,
Make the rough world look so soft.
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You are closed forever, no matter how precious your memory is,
Once in your vivid photo album,
Regardless of life, what's wrong with this pen,
How many thoughts and feelings are suddenly frozen;
It's closed forever, and I can't walk any further.
Take a walk and rest behind this cold stone gate,
Looking for your warm sunshine, knowing smile,
No matter how many years I have communicated with this pastoral area;
Oh, it's closed forever, and it can't be opened with a sigh.
The bank I invested in has closed,
Let me be penniless, facing the harsh years,
Looking back on lost wealth and lonely self.
1June, 976
Send it to friends in Beiping.
-Hu Shi
Mr. Zanghui had a dream last night.
I dreamed that an old monk was drinking tea in the bitter rain election.
Suddenly put down the tea bell and went out.
In Gone with the Wind, Xiao Yi is in southern operations.
Isn't it hard to work in Tiannan Wan Li?
Only the wise know its importance and lightness. ——
After waking up, I got dressed and opened the window.
Who knows I'm a little lovesick at this time!
1938
Seeing a friend off in autumn-Shu Ting
I was moved by your talent for the first time.
Is in the misty spring rain.
See you tonight. It's hard to see you again.
Sobbing among the mulberry branches
It is already a lazy wind in late autumn.
You always compare yourself to
Old pine trees after lightning strike
You can't cure the pain of burns for a lifetime.
Unlike the willows floating in the air with flowers on the shore.
Every spring, you have to change your appearance.
I often wish I were like
Hong Fei traveling from south to north.
Pave the way in the boundless sky.
Don't be like that narcissistic parrot.
You can't live without a golden cage all day.
This is our own misfortune.
It is also our * * * difficulty.
Because we think too much about life.
Our hearts
Our hearts are always so heavy.
When will the old pile sprout?
Shake off dead branches for a lush tree.
When is spring always here?
Soothes the sleeping soul
Don't worry any more.
1975. 1 1
Give it to a friend
-Zhu Ziqing
Your hands are like torches,
Your eyes are like waves,
Your words are like stones,
How could I forget?
You flew over Dongting Lake,
You flew over the Yangtze River;
You want to build a red paradise on the ground!
The ground is covered with thorns,
There are foxes and rabbits on the ground.
There are walkers on the ground;
You will fight for a sharp knife,
A sharp knife went through the thorn!
You will roar like a lion,
Foxes and rabbits are invincible!
You will be shocked by the spring thunder,
Wake the walkers.
I like watching you ride a horse,
Running in the dust-
For a while, I can't see it!
I like to see your crutches,
That iron cane;
It has color and weight,
There's a jingle!
I think you are a flying sand.
The wind of stone walking,
Blow down the unshakable golden palace!
Golden Palace!
Whoo!
One morning last summer, I met you:
How haggard are you?
Your eyes are still dry,
Your hair is too long!
But the heat in your blood is doubled!
I tossed and turned in the plaster,
It seems to be baked! -
You're like a smoking cigar,
You're like brandy,
You're like a red pepper,
How can I forget you?
Receiving a letter from a friend is nostalgic and sentimental.
Ding Dong
The north began to freeze.
You and I have no chance to have two more drinks.
You look at your wife by the fire.
Say a happy old friend once in a while.
You were trapped in a foreign land that year.
Long hair and a sad face.
Mandarin is sour and salty.
Afraid of washing clothes and wearing artificial leather
Sometimes I wander in the street.
My eyes are spinning with hunger.
If you can't swallow steamed bread, put half a pack of monosodium glutamate on it.
Write to his wife in the middle of the night
Tired of leisure, you can have a fight with me.
When a female student knocks at the door, you will be scared out of your wits.
Got paid
Just pretend to be human.
Eat, drink, pull and sing.
Run to the phone and listen to your wife's tone.
Encounter continuous rain
You have mildew and hair.
Learn to scream at midnight.
Dawn and calm.
Now I hear that you are doing well.
These things will probably be remembered.
Only I know-your fox tail
It is related to your heroic achievements in the future.
After three or five years, I may forget it, too.
Even when I think about it, I feel bland.
No chance to be sentimental.
Have no face to miss.
1984
friend
Yang Yang.
Friends live in the past.
On the day when we need to shake hands and look at each other.
I keep throwing my memories into the air.
The faces that survived the flight
Naturally caught your eye.
Longer than the speech many years ago.
More vivid
I live alone in a corner and a book.
Guard the love that has arrived.
Daughter's growing laughter.
Like a kiss from a bamboo flower dancing in the wind and rain.
From time to time, I fall from the window to my forehead.
Let me appreciate the speed of life.
Occasional eternity
When you miss your friends, use memories as your companion.
Live a warm and peaceful life.
Turn over the books and read them some new sentences.
Or go out with ideas.
Look at a pale green leaf.
See how it started with birds singing.
By the end of autumn
Goodbye, dear friend.
Du Nan.
Tell me, young friends, where are you going?
Where are you going? In this vast northwest yellow sand
How cold the sand is and how sweet the moon is.
I can't bear to say goodbye! Let me say goodbye.
The pain in my heart turns my melancholy during the day or at night
Shredded, you will slowly walk away in rainy days.
Until the rain stopped, I was on the roof where we stayed together.
Write down your sad feelings with raindrops.
Terrible as a beast, walking alone in the shadows at night.
The flowing shadow overwhelmed my fatigue.
Dear friend, I know you don't want to be lonely tomorrow.
You are a little flower, and I become a blue leaf beside you.
Accompanied by you, burning Bordeaux Acacia with a night's flame.
I can't catch the farther and farther back.
Leave a series of uneven footprints in the vacillating journey of life
These impressions of the past will be the last time we exchange gifts.
Dear friends! At this point, every line of poetry jumps.
You are becoming more and more blurred, and I expect your smile to sneak in.
To a friend-Wang Guozhen.
Don't stand up
To avoid falling.
and
We are going to travel around the world.
This fall is a memorial.
Memorial is a warm flower.
Look for the sun, the moon and the stars.
What is trekking? Spring, summer, autumn and winter?
We are just holding hands.
Go, go, go.
You said that when you saw the sea,
You'll laugh comfortably.
Yeah, yeah.
Our laughter can hold the clouds.
But, I don't know.
When we want to laugh
Yes or no
But I was in tears.
hope
-Write a letter to a friend's birthday
Because of your arrival.
This day
This has become a beautiful day.
From this world
It adds a touch of attractive color.
I remember on the screen,
Added a lot.
Good memories are like a tapestry.
my dear friend
Please accept my sincere wishes.
May all happiness be with you.
Go far away, go far away.
There is no scenery in familiar places.
Dear friends
Ding Hong
everywhere
Just like the pasture under your feet, the distant mountains beyond your reach.
Paint it as a real autumn.
Maybe in a foreign land
Memories are especially cherished.
The heart also accommodates different skies.
The meeting is in a narrow path.
Just like the wind every day
The news of this season will come from all directions.
Like a soft dandelion
Petals fall gently like notes.
This season may open a spring.
Maybe I will hide my memory quietly.
Foreign poetry
zhukovsky
friendship
Rolling down from the top of the mountain,
The oak tree was struck by lightning and lay in the dust.
But Ivy clung to it and refused to part. ...
Ah, you, this is friendship!
( 1805)
Translated by Wei Huang crossbow
Selected from Selected Poems of Russia, Hunan People's Publishing House (1988)
get through
friendship
This is the moment of waiting.
Falling endlessly
On the table.
The lamp loosened its hair.
Night turns the window into an infinite space.
There's nobody here.
The nameless existence surrounds me.
Translated by Dong Jiping
Ye Saining
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye.
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye.
Dear, you in my heart forever.
Destined to leave each other
Promise to meet us in front.
Goodbye, my friend. No need to shake hands.
Don't be sad, don't be sad,-
Death is nothing new in this world,
Being alive is not fresher.
(translated by Bai Fei)
Akhmatova
Mourn for a friend
On Victory Day, there was a soft fog.
The morning glow is like a crimson reflection,
Late spring is like a widow,
Busy in front of the tomb of the unknown soldier.
She knelt on the ground and was in no hurry to stand up.
Blow open the bud, touch the grass,
Put the butterfly on your shoulder gently on the ground,
Let the first dandelion blossom.
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