2. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom. (Mao Zedong's "Qinyuanchun Changsha")
3. Watch Gui Hong swing five strings. I am very happy that the secrets of nature can be understood! (Ji Kang's "Giving Scholar to Join the Army")
Express one's desire to realize one's ideal in life
4. Open the porch to face Angelababy and lie down to watch the birds. (Wang Wei, "Stay in another mountain, show it to my brother, show it to my brother")
Void expresses the poet's pursuit of transcendental and lofty realm of life.
5. To Lacker-(British) Shelley
Hello, happy elf!
You never seem to be a bird,
From heaven or near heaven,
Accompanied by cheerful music,
Don't carve art, pour out your heart.
Up, then fly high,
You jump from the ground,
Like a burning Yun Lan,
Through the blue sky,
Always singing and flying, flying and singing.
The sun below the horizon,
Emit golden lightning,
In the clear sky, the clouds are steaming,
You fly in the bright light,
The seemingly shapeless joy has just begun a rapid expedition.
A faint crimson dusk,
Melt in your voyage,
Like a star in the sky,
Although we can't see each other,
But I can clearly hear your happy voice-
Sharp and bright music,
Like a sword with silver stars,
Its bright light,
The morning light faded,
Until it is difficult to distinguish, it can be felt in space.
The whole earth and atmosphere,
Ring through your gentle voice,
As if on a desolate night,
From behind the lonely cloud,
The bright moon is shining, and its brilliance permeates the universe.
We don't know what you are.
What is the most similar to you?
From the neon rosy clouds,
It's hard to rain so beautifully,
Can be compared with the music that comes with you.
Like a poet,
You can't see it in the brilliance of your thoughts.
Recite impromptu poetic rhythms,
Until the sympathy of the whole world,
Awaken by hopes and worries that have never been noticed.
Like a noble girl,
Living on the balcony of the palace,
In lonely and indescribable moments,
Send away the feelings of suffering because of love,
Sweetness overflows the boudoir like a love song.
Like a golden firefly,
In the dewy mountains and valleys,
There's no sign of travel,
Spread out the glittering streamer,
In the grass that blocks our sight.
Like her own green leaves
A rose in the shade,
Damaged by hot air,
Until it's fragrant
Drunk the reckless informer with too much sweetness.
Glittering grass,
The sound of falling spring rain,
The buds that wake up after the rain,
It can be called refreshing.
Everything new is not as good as your music.
Birds or elves,
What are the sweet thoughts in your heart?
I've never heard of it,
An ode to love or wine,
Can generate produce such a sacred stream of bliss.
Whether it's a wedding chorus,
Whether it's a winning song,
Compared with your music,
It's just a bluff,
People can feel that there is always poverty among them.
What kind of images or events,
Is the source of your happy songs.
Fields, waves or mountains?
Air and land forms?
Is it love for the same kind, or insulation from pain?
With your strong joy for Minche,
So that burnout will never appear,
The shadow of trouble will never
I can't be near you,
You love, but you never know the sadness of loving too much.
Whether to wake up or go to bed,
Your understanding of death must be better than
What we mortals dream of.
More profound and true, otherwise
Why is the sound stream of your music like LCD?
We looked back and forth for the sake of
Something that doesn't exist, worrying about yourself,
Our most sincere smile,
Mixed with some kind of distress,
Our most beautiful music is the tune that can best express our sadness.
However, even if we can get rid of it.
Hatred, arrogance and fear,
Even if we weren't born.
Drop a tear,
We don't know how to approach your happiness.
More than all happy melodies,
Sweeter and better,
More than all the treasures in books,
More abundant,
This is your contempt for dust, your artistic skill.
Teach me half your heart.
Must be familiar happiness,
Harmonious, fiery passion
Will come out of my mouth,
At this moment, the whole world will be like me-give ear and listen.
6. Ode to the Nightingale-Keats
My heart is aching, sleepy and numb.
Stab into the senses, like drinking poison,
Like swallowing opium,
So sinking towards the column forget Sichuan:
I'm not jealous of your good luck,
It's your happiness that makes me so happy-
Because in the bright world of the forest,
You, light-winged fairy,
You hide under the lush green and beech trees,
Let go of your voice and sing summer.
Hey, if there's a sip of wine! Nalengcang
An alcoholic liquor stored underground for many years,
When you taste it, it reminds you of a green country.
Think of the goddess of flowers, love songs, sunshine and dancing!
If there is a cup of warmth from the south.
Full of bright red inspiration,
Pearl foam goes out at the edge of the cup,
Dye your lips with purple spots;
Oh, I'm so drunk,
Walk with you and disappear in the dark forest;
Far away, far away, let me forget.
Everything you don't know in the leaves,
Forget this fatigue, fever and anxiety,
This makes people sigh the world of sitting;
Here, youth is pale, haggard and dead,
And "paralysis" has a few white hairs swaying;
Here, a little thinking is full.
Sadness and gray despair,
And "beauty" can't keep the brilliance of bright eyes,
The new love will wither before tomorrow.
Let's go Let's go I want to fly to you,
You don't have to ride in Bowen's car with Dionysus.
I want to spread the invisible wings of poetry,
Although this mind has been sleepy and tired;
Let's go Oh, I went with you!
The night is so gentle and the moon is on the throne.
There are a group of stars around to guard her;
But it's not very bright here,
Except for a ray of sky light carried away by the breeze,
Lush darkness and winding moss paths.
I can't tell what flowers are at my feet.
What fragrant flowers are hanging on the branches;
In the warm darkness, I can only guess.
What incense should be put in this season?
Give this fruit tree, Lin Mang and grass,
This white bitter orange blossom, and the roses in the field,
Violets that are easy to thank in this pile of green leaves,
And the indulgence in mid-May,
This musk rose is full of dew,
It became a harbor infested by gnats on summer nights.
I listened in the dark: Oh, how many times?
I almost fell in love with a quiet death,
I used up all the beautiful words in the poem,
Ask him to spread my breath into the air;
Now, oh, how rich death is:
Die in the middle of the night,
When you pour out your heart
Send out such ecstasy!
You can still sing, but I'll never hear it again-
Your corolla can only sing to the mud grass.
Fairy bird, you won't die!
Hungry generations can't trample on you;
I overheard a song tonight.
Once delighted the ancient emperors and villagers;
Maybe this song has aroused.
Ruth's melancholy heart made her cry.
Standing in a foreign grain field thinking about hometown;
It is this sound that often
Window leaf in wonderland with lost motivation;
A beautiful woman looked at the sinister waves.
Oh, I lost it! This sentence is like thunder.
Wake me up where I stand!
Farewell! Fantasy, this deceitful devil boy,
You can't always play tricks on it.
Farewell! Farewell! The song you complain about
Through the lawn, through the quiet stream,
Slip up the hill; And at this time, it deeply
Buried in a nearby valley:
Is this an illusion or a dream?
The song has gone:-Am I sleeping? Is it awake? [2]
Another version of the translation
My heart is aching, sleepy and numb.
Stab into the senses, like drinking poisonous pigeons,
Like swallowing opium,
Sink into Leeds and forget Sichuan:
I'm not jealous of your good luck,
It's your happiness that makes me so happy-
You are a fairy with light wings in the forest,
Melodious music
Full of beech trees,
Let go of your voice and sing summer.
Hey, if there's a sip of wine! Nalengcang
An alcoholic liquor stored underground for many years,
When you taste it, it reminds you of a green country.
Think of the goddess of flowers, love songs, sunshine and dancing!
If there is a cup of warmth from the south.
Full of bright red inspiration,
Pearl foam goes out at the edge of the cup,
Dye your lips with purple spots;
I want to drink to death,
Walk with you and disappear in the dark forest;
Far away, far away, let me forget.
Everything you don't know in the leaves,
Forget this fatigue, fever and anxiety,
This makes people sigh the world of sitting;
Can't move, only a few silver hairs are shaking.
Here, youth is pale, haggard and dead,
Here, a little thinking is full.
Sadness and gray despair,
Beauty can't keep the brilliance of bright eyes,
The new love will wither before tomorrow.
Let's go Let's go I want to fly to you,
Instead of walking with Dionysus and his companions,
I want to spread the invisible wings of poetry,
Although this mind has been sleepy and tired;
I'll go with you! The night is so gentle
A month later, I ascended the throne.
Her star maid is by her side;
But it's not very bright here,
Except for a ray of sky light carried away by the breeze,
Lush darkness and winding moss paths.
I can't tell what flowers are at my feet.
What fragrant flowers are hanging on the branches;
In the warm darkness, I can only guess.
What incense should be put in this season?
Give this fruit tree, Lin Mang and grass,
This white bitter orange flower and the rose in the field,
Violets that are easy to thank in this pile of green leaves,
And the indulgence in mid-May,
This musk rose is full of dew,
It became a harbor infested by gnats on summer nights.
How many times have I heard it in the dark?
I almost fell in love with a quiet death,
I called his name in a thoughtful rhythm,
Ask him to spread my breath into the air;
Now, how rich death is:
Die in the middle of the night,
When you pour out your heart
Send out such ecstasy!
You can still sing, but I'll never hear it again-
Your song can only be sung to a touch of dirt.
Fairy bird, you won't die!
Hungry generations can't trample on you;
I overheard a song tonight.
Ancient emperors and villagers also heard of it;
Maybe this song has aroused.
Ruth's melancholy heart made her cry.
Standing in a foreign grain field, homesick;
It is this sound that often
Window leaf in wonderland with lost motivation;
Bloom on the rough waves
Lost it! This sentence is like thunder.
Pull me back from your side to this desolate self!
Farewell! Fantasize about this deceitful demon child,
You can't always play tricks on it.
Farewell! Farewell! The song you complain about
Through the lawn, through the quiet stream,
Slip up the hill; And at this time, it deeply
Buried in a nearby valley:
Is it illusion or dream?