Chang 'anchun
The willow branches in Qingmen are weak, and the east wind blows golden.
Jiedong wine is thin and drunk, easy to wake up, and can't be sold with eyes full of spring worries.
Zheng Gu
Farewell to friends in Huai Shang
Yangtze River Yangtze River Chun Lv, Xiaoyao De is dancing around the river to kill people.
The breeze blows gently, the flute whimpers, and the pavilion dyes dusk. You want to go south to Xiaoxiang, and I want to run to the west Qinling.
Zhou he
Nostalgia in winter
The wilderness began to be strict and the sky was clear and cloudless.
Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains.
Collect the snow on the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling.
Gaoshi
Border songs
End floating clouds and join the army.
And with the anger of the son of heaven, you must follow the general.
Thousands of drums and thunder, thousands of flags and fires.
Sun gear is in frost, and the moon hangs a bow.
Qinghai cloud turns, and Montenegro soldiers rush.
The war is too high and too high, and the head is empty after the war.
Wan Li is willing to die, but once he succeeds.
Draw a picture of Kirin Pavilion and enter Mingguang Palace.
Laughing at the scribes is poor and white.
The ancients did not know this and often became old people.
When a lamp is broken
Shelley (UK)
1
When the light is broken,
Its light goes out in the dust;
When the sky clears up,
The brilliance of the rainbow disappeared at once.
If the pipa breaks its string,
Beautiful music fell into silence;
If you're done,
The charm of love is soon forgotten.
2
Like music and bright light.
Will coexist with pipa and lamp,
The mind can't sing.
If essence has been depressed:
No songs, only mourning,
Like the wind blowing through a corner of the wasteland,
Like a wailing wave
Ring the death knell for the dead sailors.
three
Once two hearts are together,
Love left the delicate nest,
What about the weaker one?
Will suffer for what it has.
Oh, love! You are sighing.
How can you see that things are impermanent?
Looking for the most fragile heart
Be your cradle, bedroom, coffin?
four
It fills you with enthusiasm,
Like a storm shaking a flying crow;
Reason will laugh at you,
Like the sun in the winter sky.
Rafts in your nest
It will rot, and when the cold wind blows,
The leaves have fallen, your beautiful house.
You will be laughed at.
1822
Translated by Cha Liang Zheng.
Common jasmine orange
Xi Murong
The stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.