Beautiful star in the night
Beautiful star in the night, bright in the west,
You are the star of my motherland, hanging in the sky,
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It’s like leaning into her arms, but please stop,
Be her shining crown and attract the attention of all nations!
Shine, bright star,
Show your radiant beauty!
You should be a symbol of our country,
Let her flag carry your laughter.
Look, just below you, it’s a blur,
That’s England, my dear hometown,
I——I don’t love her Wandering in a foreign country,
I am sad for her, but I wish you both:
The same fate, the same hope;
The same life, the same glory.
She lives on an inaccessible roadside
She lives on an inaccessible roadside,
lives near Wild Pigeon Spring,
She was a girl with no one to praise her,
Few people had ever fallen in love with her:
A half-hidden violet,
< p>Blooming beside the mossy stone;As beautiful as a star twinkling -
Uniquely hanging in the sky.
She was silent when she was alive,
No one was around when she died;
But Lucy has been buried in the grave!
It’s completely different for me!
The hometown of this xianqin is far away from the water and mountains
“Singer, what is the tone of your voice?
It’s not even listless. Not pleasant and harmonious?"
"Madam, you have to forgive the dullness of these strings.
Think about it, the hometown of this stringed instrument is far away."
Simple answer! Even so, the soul is gushing,
like the gurgling springs of Castalia, pouring out
the poetry of life and the sacred art of romance.
They seem to have the miraculous ability to channel stubborn stones:
From the innocent people stretching their necks obediently to
the execution platform, the gleaming sharp teeth The ax retracts.
As far as human beings are concerned, the sun, moon and stars
cannot help themselves! So it should not be difficult for you to understand:
This poor harp plays a disturbing music in harmony with the owner's sadness
because he is far away from his hometown.
I have roamed in foreign lands overseas
I have roamed in foreign lands overseas,
among strangers;
England, it was only then that I understood the depth of my love for you.
That melancholy dream is gone forever!
I don’t want to leave you again -
I don’t want to leave your shores again, because,
It seems that I love you more and more.
I once felt the joy I longed for -
In your mountains;
My cherished one once rocked the spinning wheel -
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Next to the fire in my hometown.
The day is revealed, the night is hidden again
The pavilions where Lucy lingered;
And the land Lucy looked at last
< p>It is your green field.The echo of the mountain
By the way, this is the echo of the mountain,
Lonely, clear and deep;
Answer to the cuckoo’s song ,
Sound to sound, rhyme to rhyme.
It is an unasked answer,
Tossed to the chattering wanderer,
Like her ordinary cry,
Same? Strange? ——There is a big difference between the same!
Have all the ears in the world heard clearly?
We are still confused.
Indulging in folly, sea of ??desire, and strife,
We have two voices that are mixed together and cannot be distinguished?
We didn’t get an answer? ——No,
I got it, but I don’t know where it came from;
Ah, it’s an echo, coming from a distant tomb,
Confirmed wisdom information!
From a very far away place, sometimes the echo falls into the ears of our souls
Listen carefully, meditate, and cherish it forever;
That is the sound of nature, the sound of nature falls for me among the clouds.
The new scenery is always connected to the old one
The new scenery is always connected to the old one
With the close ties rooted in the homeland;
The life of all things, everything we see,
depends on a strange expression.
All the splendid lights and shadows in the sky,
the beautiful scenery of the fields and trees,
are afraid of being in vain; you have to travel with your eyes and cherish your imagination,
To have pleasure, it must be done with deep love.
The sunset in Lake Township
How fascinating! Look at the setting sun in the west
How it changes the mood and image of this scenery.
Here, the mountains, grasslands and woods in the light and shadow,
seem to disappear in the thick fog;
There, the searching light,
It makes all the objects look familiar;
Here, the deep purple shade
seems to immerse many things;
The white huts and birch branches The strips,
look graceful and graceful in the soft light;
The whirling shadows of the chestnut trees,
cover the roof of the boathouse;
< p>The boat caught the slanting sunlight from the side,and then cast it onto the trembling lake, creating bright waves;
The sheep over there raised cloud-like dust,
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Rising on the road, spreading into the distance;
The shepherd seemed to be drawn into the halo of fire,
sometimes disappearing, sometimes appearing vaguely.
The gentle breeze gradually calmed down,
The calm lake was edged with blue;
The twinkling poplar leaves fell asleep,
Insects like dust covered the mirror-like lake surface;
After a while, the surrounding lake surface shattered into thousands of blue jade beads,
Slowly the light spots turned into long The color lines are crystal clear;
Here are patches of Qiongtian,
flashing with endless strange lights and flames
There are weak ripples there. Light,
The wave surface seemed to be smoothed by soft light;
Finally, the entire vast lake rested quietly,
Like a bright mirror, clear light overflowed. ;
Only the charcoal boat under the shadow of the trees in the west holds the clear light.
Along the shore, the oars keep paddling the lake water.
Beside the pigeon spring, beside the quiet path
Beside the pigeon spring, beside the quiet path,
there lived a girl.
No one comes to visit Gu Fang,
She is in the loneliness of love.
The moss-covered stone bank
hides a branch of violet;
a star is so pretty,
when she stands alone in the night sky According to.
No one even knows about the years of living,
The days when the earth was appointed are almost unknown;
Lucy is now resting in the arms of the earth mother,
Leave me with a completely different world.
Daffodils
I wander alone, like a solitary cloud
Flying high over canyons and mountain tops:
Suddenly I look I saw a dense group -
It was a large golden daffodil;
They were in the shade of the trees by the lake,
in the breeze The dancing posture is elegant.
The stars like the Milky Way are continuous -
Reflecting the night sky, sometimes dark and sometimes bright;
The narcissus is along the shore of the lake bay
The golden patch stretched forward;
I saw thousands of them at a glance -
While dancing happily, I nodded my head frequently.
The water waves danced beside me, but the narcissus
danced more joyfully than the shining water waves;
With such a cheerful friend as my companion,
The poet's heart is filled with joy!
I looked and looked, but it was difficult to understand
What wealth this scene gave me:
Because sometimes I feel confused
Or lying on the couch in deep thought,
This narcissus often flashes before my eyes,
Let me make my lonely home -
At this time My heart is filled with joy,
and dances with the narcissus.
A burst of drowsiness has obscured my soul
A burst of drowsiness has obscured my soul;
I have no fear in the world:
It seems that she no longer feels the intrusion of years and months in the world.
Now she is motionless and lifeless;
cannot be heard and cannot be seen;
just with the trees and rocks,
< p>As the earth rotates every day.Louisa
Louisa and I met in the shade of a tree,
I have seen such a charming girl
I can Compare her with a fairy,
She is so agile and energetic;
She jumped down the rocky barrier,
like May Splashing creek water.
She loves her fire and her hut.
She loves to walk across the plains and plains,
no matter the howling wind or drizzling rain.
When she stood up against the wind and rain,
I wanted to kiss the mountain rain
the crystal drops of water on her cheeks.
You might as well take everything I have in this world,
As long as she walks up the stream in the wind to look for the waterfall,
Give me a while to spend time with her,
lean against the wall of an ancient cave,
or sit next to each other in a mossy corner.
Ah, sweetheart
Ah, sweetheart, your beautiful smile!
The brilliance of that smile penetrates my heart.
If my eyebrows reflect this light,
you must be happy to see that scene;
Like the shy moon seeing its own soft light,
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It is projected onto the foothills and
pouring mountain streams,
and then reflected back.
Robin Chasing a Butterfly
Our little robin in England,
Aren’t you people’s favorite bird?——
p>The pure birds, with red breasts,
when the west wind howls mournfully,
will fly around our door.
The Norwegian farmer gave you the name Peter,
In the remote areas of Finland and Russia,
Don’t people call you Thomas?
Isn’t it you, the confidant of the elderly and children?
If ancestor Adam had opened his eyes,
if he had witnessed the incident in Qingtianxia,
he would not be able to help but close his eyes again.
——If Die'er knew how good his friends were,
he would definitely escape in this direction,
fly down the tree and find me,< /p>
Look, he is running around so anxiously!
Is it this kind of bird?
Despite all their troubles,
it is still in the forest without hesitation,
< p>Bringing leaves to protect the child?Robin, what is bothering you?
You are going to chase
this beautiful thing,
and they And a kind heart?
Walking through flowers and trees,
coming and going freely,
is his only hope.
In autumn, I am trapped in the city of sorrow, and you bring joy;
In summer, we look for friends and companions, and he brings elegance.
What prevents you from taking advantage of the sunny weather and flying through space together to become close friends?
His wings are also dyed with red vermilion,
as bright as your red;
O pure bird, since people love you so much,< /p>
You should love him too, at least there is no need to kill dissidents.
Advice
You might as well stop and look carefully with your bright eyes,
The moving cabin is guarded in a secluded corner,
The feelings that are tied to you have their own streams,
their own little meadows, and even their own heaven.
You don’t have to have any wrong thoughts or sigh.
Many people are the same when they see it, and they are disappointed.
Uninvited guests, you want to tear out a valuable page from the book of nature
with ruthless contempt!
Think about what it would be like if the cabin belonged to you,
But you actually lack nothing, doors, windows, roof,
and all kinds of flowers and plants, poor people Treat it as sacred;
These roses guarding the fence, the branches and leaves are like this
But all these things that you are fascinated by will be destroyed as soon as they are touched by others
dissolve.
Wonderful dusk
Wonderful dusk, peaceful and pleasant,
Holy hour, as quiet as a nun
Breathless worship; The slanting light
The figure is peaceful and sinking slowly to the west;
The sky overlooks the sea, with deep tenderness,
Listen, the vast sea is waking up ,
Eternally moving, the waves and waves compete with each other,
The sound is like thunder, heard forever and ever.
Good boy, *** I am lingering here,
Although I am not moved by solemn thoughts,
The fragrance of my heart has not diminished to sincerity,< /p>
I have been in the arms of Abraham for many years,
I admire the gods in the inner hall of the temple,
I have no idea that the Emperor of Heaven is already in my heart.
Jones, we were side by side at that time
Jones, we were side by side at that time
Walking south on the road from Calais
It was the grand occasion of "the days of credulity" on the road;
People pledged their loyalty to freedom,
The sound of joy echoed in the sky:
The ancient earth was stirred Like the human heart,
There are songs, flower crowns and laughter far and near,
and many flags and happy faces.
Today, only these past events remain
Two lonely and desolate greetings:
"Good morning, citizen!" An empty one
The words seemed to come from the throat of a dead man.
I am not desperate, although I am as sad as a little bird——
The harsh winter caused her hometown to lose its verdant barrier.
Tintern Abbey
Five years have passed, five summers, and
five long winters! And I heard again
the sound of water rolling out of mountain springs,
whispering softly in inland streams.
——
Seeing these steep and majestic cliffs,
This scene of wilderness scenery deeply left
my mind with a secluded impression: mountains and rivers. ,
Connected to the tranquility of the sky.
The day comes and I rest here again
Under the shade of the fig tree. Looking into the distance
The fields dotted with cottages and clusters of orchards,
In this season, the fruits are not yet ripe,
covered in lush green, they will Cover yourself
in bushes and trees. I saw the tree poles again
Maybe they were not hedges, but rows of trees
Naughty tree spirits running wild: these pastoral scenes,
always The green reaches the door of the house; the curling smoke rises quietly at the top of the woods!
It is erratic, like some
wanderers walking in the homeless forest,
perhaps it is a cave with an expert, lonely
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Sit by the fire.
These beautiful forms
Although I have not seen them for a long time, I have not forgotten them.
It is not like a blind person facing the beautiful scenery in front of him:
However, when I live alone in a room, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the town. When I feel deeply tired,
they bring a sweet feeling,
penetrate into the blood, penetrate into the heart,
even enter my purest thoughts,
Restore my tranquility:——There are also the long-forgotten feelings
Pleasant feelings, those pleasures
Perhaps the best thing for a kind person Time
has had an impact that is far from slight and ordinary.
They are nameless trivial matters that have long been forgotten.
But they are full of goodwill and friendship. Not only that,
with them I also gained another ability,
with a more sublime form, a kind of contentment,
this whole mysterious The burden, the incomprehensible
tiring pressure of the world, suddenly
lightened; a peaceful and happy mood,
listened to the guidance of tenderness We move forward,
until our flesh stops breathing,
even human blood freezes,
our bodies go to sleep,< /p>
And become a living soul,
At this time, the power of harmony, joy and deep power,
let our eyes gradually become In peace,
we are able to see clearly the inner life of things.
If this is just
a false belief, but, oh! So often -
In the darkness, in the tedious daylight that appears in various guises
; when useless boredom
and the fever of the world Pressing heavily
Every rhythm of the heart beating -
So often, mentally I turn to you,
Ah, the embrace of green leaves river! You roam the woods,
I turn to you in spirit so often.
But now, the dim light of thought flickers uncertainly,
Many familiar things are dim and vague,
There is also a trace of embarrassment. ,
The mental image reappeared again;
Standing here, I not only felt
the joy of the moment, but also thought with relief
The life and food for the years to come are being stored in this moment.
So, I dare to hope like this,
Although I am no longer the new arrival
I am like a little deer on this mountain,
Jumping among the mountains, running on both sides of the river
Running around, staying by the lonely stream,
Let nature guide you: rather than being like a human
In pursuit of what you love, it is better to say that you are avoiding what you fear.
For the nature of that time
(today the crude pleasures,
and animal play of childhood have faded)
was all in all to me. ——My state of mind at that time
It is difficult to describe. The roaring waterfalls
haunted me like a passion; the boulders,
mountains, the dark and dense forests,
their colors and shapes, all It was once
My desire, a feeling, a love,
There is no need to use thoughts to give them a deep charm, nor < /p>
Interest beyond sight. ——When such time passes,
all the joy mixed with pain will no longer reappear,
the dizzy ecstasy of today's people has also disappeared. I am no longer
depressed, grieving and complaining about this; another ability
has been given to me, this kind of loss,
has been gained Compensation, I firmly believe in it.
Because I have learned how to look at nature, and I no longer look like a young man with nothing to do; instead I often hear
the quiet and melancholy music of life,
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Elegant, melodious, yet rich in the power of purification
and restraint. I felt
something stirring my heart with the joy of sublime thought
; a sublimated idea,
deeply integrated into something ,
As if living in the afterglow of the setting sun
The vast ocean and fresh air,
The blue sky and the human heart:
A kind of power, a kind of spirit, drives
the subject of thought and the object of thought
through all things in the universe, running continuously. Therefore,
I still love grasslands, forests, and mountains;
Everything that can be seen in this green earth,'
Everything that I have seen and heard in the world
There are all kinds of them - they are created by imagination,
and also known by senses. I was delighted to discover that
in the language of nature and feeling,
hidden the anchor of the purest thoughts,
the nurse, guide and guide of the soul. Guard, and
the soul of my entire spiritual life.
Even if I have not
received such an education, I will not be more
corrupted by this gentle spirit,
Because you are accompanying me and standing by the beautiful river, you, my dearest friend,
Dear, dear friend; in you In your voice
I captured the language of my past heart, and in your wild eyes
I relived the past again
hapiness. ah! I would like to have a while longer
Let me look for the past me in you,
My dear. Dear sister! I want to pray for this,
I know that nature has never turned its back on
loving her heart; this is her special grace,
throughout our lives years. From joy
leads to joy; for she can animate
our deepest minds, leave
us with tranquil and graceful impressions, with sublime
Thoughts nourish us. It leads to gossip,
impetuous arbitrariness, selfish cynicism,
perfunctory treatment without sympathy, and
all the boring aspects of daily life. No association,
can make us yield, cannot harm
our cheerful faith, and there is no doubt
that everything we see is full of happiness. Therefore,
let the moonlight shine on you for your lonely wandering,
let the misty mountain wind blow you freely; in this way, in the future In the years
when these wild surprises turn into
calm dejection, when your mind
turns into a building that contains all the beauty, < /p>
Your memory is like a dwelling home, attracting all the sweet and harmonious music; ah! At that time,
I was lonely. Panic, pain, or sadness become
your destiny, you will still cup the tender joy
Remember me along these healthy thoughts,
And these words of encouragement from me! Even if I go far away
I will never hear your lovely voice again,
I will never be able to see the light of my past life in your wild eyes
One by one, you will not
forget that we once stood side by side by this charming river
; and I, a person who has long worshiped nature
, comes again,
My piety has not diminished: it is better to say that I have
a more passionate love - ah! A more sincere passion,
a more divine love. You will never forget,
After years of wandering around the world, long years of separation
these towering woods and steep cliffs,
this green Idyllic scenery makes me feel closer.
This has its own charm, and it is also because of you.
To a Snow Lotus
Lonely flower, snow embraces you, you are as white as snow,
but far stronger than snow; I see you again ,
The eyebrows are drooped, as if afraid that the behavior will not be appropriate;
Like a guest troubled because he came uninvited.
But every day the storm sweeps down from the peak, covering up
the rising sun, sweeping across the vast plains for thousands of miles;
You are charming and charming, always so suitable The love is in harmony,
Like a good friend who has feelings beyond his promise.
Blue-eyed May will soon see this borderland
There are clusters of daffodils that illuminate the eyes, bringing fragrance to the world
The generous hate and gentle west wind and his Friend;
At that time I will still remember your grace and grace,
Chaste snow lotus, the brave pioneer of spring,
You warned people deeply Don’t waste your time in vain!
Roman Nostalgia
Those ancient legends that people cherish,
will disappear in front of those historical materials
The charm? Bare rocks in the dry desert,
So historical! What do we hear now?
It is said that the glory of Rome in its early days can only fade away,
Her rising splendor will inevitably fade away,
without a trace. In fact, even if historical facts are decorated with brilliance, they will not hide their appearance. Could it be that historical facts can only have a vulgar and dull expression? !
We are born in an era that does not demand rigorous research.
We still retain a sense of comfort and our hearts are still deep
Understand: for the heroic flame that ignites the youth,
Agreeing with the legend means there is power,
Unwavering faith should be the soul of the facts.
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Why are you silent? Is your love like a fragile flower that will wither and drift away as soon as the weather changes? Love and kindness,
Don’t you owe me anything? Can't take it out at all?
But I never tire of thinking about you.
I am always concerned about you and want to serve you wholeheartedly.
With a humble wish: I am willing to do I am a beggar,
I just want to get a little bit of your blessings.
Say it! My gentle and burning heart
has experienced thousands of joys from you and me;
Now it is so cold, desolate and lonely,
What’s worse than In the wild rose bushes with withered flowers and fallen leaves
A deserted bird's nest filled with white snow;--
Say it! Dispel the bitter suspicion in my heart!
On the shores of Grasmere Lake
Thick clouds extend in the dark west;
Oh, these ripples are not The beautiful lake mirror
reproduces the stars vividly.
Jupiter, Venus and golden-crowned Mars
Be graceful and charming among your companions.
Far from the groaning earth -
The cruel people fight ceaselessly on it.
Is this a bright mirror, or is the underworld unfolding
Its abyss burning with cold flames?
But listen, a voice is nearby,
Paine is singing softly on the reed flute:
"Be thankful, people, evil deeds are like Trampling the earth,
This is a quiet retreat. ”
The sea is covered with many ships, far and near.
The sea is covered with many ships, far and near.
Like the stars in the sky, the sea laughs for them;
Some are anchored safely on the way,
Some are bumpy in the waves, and the background is difficult to know.
I saw a ship, sailing gracefully,
It looked like a ship leaving Palembang, its sail shadow was high,
It broke through the waves along the bay, with majestic momentum< /p>
The rigging, masts and masts are magnificent.
The boat and I, and the boat and I, have nothing to do with each other.
But we follow each other with my lover’s eyes.
Compared with others, she is the only one who holds my affection. .
Where is she going and when will she return?
She does not delay, the wind always accompanies her wherever she goes.
The journey is constant. True north is her direction.
Lovely Valley
"Lovely Valley!" I said, "When I am about to browse through so many records of my childhood,
The threads of memories of myself and my peers
are like a heavy burden: the past is like a cloud of smoke,
Nothing in the world is more touching than this kind of remembrance. ”
But when I walked into the valley that day, I had no worries
I had no worries in my heart, and I didn’t shed any tears;
There was no melancholy or sad memory at all. In my heart, there are only thousands of fantasies intertwined with many doubts.
I stood there hesitating, my cheeks red with childish shame.
I just felt that the river was small and the fields were too narrow;
Like a magician’s The ball, Father Time throws it at will,
I watch, I stare, I laugh, I rejoice,
All the sorrow and sadness disappear in curiosity.
Symphony of the Night
The sky is dark,
there are dense clouds,
the moonlight makes it even more gloomy;
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Sister Yue's veil is not pulled back, and it is difficult to look at the cloud servant girl.
The warm round wheel is still small,
The soft glow is weak, and it is difficult to see the trees and rocks on the tower< /p>
Throw the broken shadow into the earth and the world.
Turn a blind eye, bow your head and ponder,
The wanderer walks alone on the quiet path;
Suddenly startled,
For a moment, light and shadow are clear.
The eyes in the sky are green,
Sister Yue’s eyebrows are clear,
It’s like hanging a bright sail high,
sailing through the vast Qingming;
Following the rush, thousands of little stars twinkle,
Going away quickly, not disappearing,
The sky is shining brightly.
At this time, the wind is blowing among the trees, and although the stars are quiet,
they are still dancing, whirling thousands of miles away;
There are even giant clouds hanging down all over the fields, surrounding them like a city. ,
Then I felt that the sky was vast and profound.
After all, it is difficult to keep a beautiful image, and suddenly the tranquility is lost again,
After the joyful heart is moved, there is lingering emotion,
It gradually fades away, and the meaning becomes calm;
Think calmly and carefully,
Consider the infinite solemn scene.