Ye Zhi, translated by Irish Yuan Kejia.
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.
The furthest distance in the world
Tagore
The furthest distance in the world
Not life and death.
but
I'm standing right in front of you
But you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing right in front of you
But you don't know that I love you.
but
Know that we love each other
But not together.
The furthest distance in the world
I didn't know you loved each other.
But not together.
but
Obviously can't resist this yearning.
But you have to pretend you didn't.
Put you
In my heart
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't resist this yearning.
But I have to pretend that I didn't take you at all
In my heart
but
With your cold heart
To those who love you.
Dig an impassable ditch
If life cheats you.
Pushkin
If life deceives you,
Don't be sad, don't be impatient.
You need to keep calm in blue days;
Believe it, happy days will come.
The heart always yearns for the future;
Now it is often melancholy:
Everything is instantaneous,
Everything will pass;
A thing of the past,
It will become a kind memory.
Dai Wangshu in Yuxiang
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
Walking silently,
Cold, sad, melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes,
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
2. There is 1 a poem about Prunus matsuzaka. Yongmei's poem: A few plums in Wang Mei's Anshi, and a single flower in hanling.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. 2. Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song Song.
Sometimes thunderstorms lift the heavens and the earth, and it is suspected that the black dragon is alone. 3. The word Zheng Banqiao (Zheng Xie) on bamboo branches is one paragraph after another, with thousands of branches and leaves.
I don't blossom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies. 4. Poems chanting chrysanthemums in The Main Book of the Republic of China: Tao Jinyuan, Fang Ju, Lin Yao, Song Qing, Yan Guan.
With this beautiful appearance, it is outstanding for first frost. Bamboo: Gong Fan is a professional doctor in Cen Can and a consultant to Gong Fan. He planted bamboo in the yard of Shaanxi, compiled a new set of bamboo poems, and even saw it, which made Gong Fan elegant and graceful, so he made a song with it.
When the world sees that bamboo doesn't understand love, it will be known that you planted bamboo in court. This gentleman has a unique land, and he has heard a lot since he planted it.
The color is cold in summer and the maple leaves are dry at night. If you can see the box under the curtain, you should look out of the window of the piano book.
For the monarch, the shade will cover the sun and the bamboo shoots will return through the steps. Chastity tends to frost, and empty wishes are better than lang Guan's pen.
You don't love the pine branches in Nanshan, and the bamboo color stays still at four o'clock. In cold weather, grass and trees are yellow, and you don't know until you are green.
Wang Wei in Zhuliguan leans alone in the dense bamboo, and I am playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Julie Pavilion Pei Di has been to Julie Pavilion to have a blind date with Taoism. There are only birds in and out of the mountain, but no one on earth.
Mother Bamboo Li Bai There is Mother Mountain in the north of dangtu county, where there are stones and rivers, the shore wall is steep and the wind and waves are rough. Its mountains produce bamboo, which is round and sparse, and can be regarded as a flute tube with sound and tone.
Wild bamboos accumulate stones, and smoke reflects Dao Jiang. The emerald color is deep, and the virtual vocal cords are cold early.
Long Ge has never heard of it, so you should play it well. Don't learn from the willow tree, always protect yourself.
Yan Jia, Du Fu's bamboo is half-hidden, and new shoots are out of the wall. The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle.
The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance. But without cutting, I will meet the clouds.
Liu Zongyuan's dangerous bridge, Gong Xunyuan's Wu Yong Kuzhu Bridge, is a secluded path that winds through the sparse forest. Share hardships and be humble.
Bend down to look at the thin stream under the bridge and look up to listen to the rustling of bamboo in the mountains. Clouds in the pool, birds in the mountains.
I'm afraid Tianjin won't be needed. The habitat is much cooler. Bamboo Trail Li Deyu Wild Bamboo has its own trail, which is more than three miles around the stream.
Scattered bombs are covered with layers of mounds, reflecting the clear canal sadly. Looking at Lin Jing at sunset, Zhigu is popular.
With few family and friends, who wants to cook fish? The new hairpin of Hsinchu Yuanzhen is the only solution, and the cool color is in full bloom.
Ran Ran floating coagulate powder, rustling gradually attracted the wind. It's sunny and rainy, but it's sparse.
Only Tuan Tuan Festival, faithful size. The newly planted bamboo white house is easy to make the city uncomfortable, and the grass grows behind closed doors.
How to entertain the wild and plant more than 100 bamboos. Seeing this exciting color reminds me of my feelings in the mountains.
Sometimes in my spare time, I will walk around the fence all day. Don't say that the roots are not strong, and don't say that the yin is not successful.
I already feel that there is more than one clear sign in the yard. I love leaning against the window and the sound of autumn wind branches.
Enjoy people playing with snow peaches. After the south spring rain, look at the snow frost. All kinds of people are also in fog, modest and self-sustaining.
Drunk with Jinxian, sad with flying early. You can enjoy it when you are old, and you will be amazing when you are young.
Guo Tong's staff shot bamboo Liu Changqing in front of Huainan Provincial Government Office, where Liang Wang Garden was originally planted, and now it is moved to the altar of Han General. The cage is low and the crown is high.
It's hard to get the land, but it's hard to remove the roots and frost. Flowers become a phoenix, and bamboo shoots grow into fishing rods.
The army is quiet and the small county is spacious. Whispering and dusk, the shadows on the door are cold.
When Xiangpu changed, Yang Shan was disabled in several places. I don't know the porch screen side, facing Yuan An at the end of the year.
Ran's younger brother, Meng Haoran and I have forged a lifelong friendship with Ersanzi. Be ambitious, come through thick and thin, and have a bird heart.
Escape is false, and the breeze is in the bamboo forest. Da is interested in wine and occasionally plays the piano.
Qi Yiling lived in seclusion, and Li Sheyin and Guo Yishan were deep all the way. Never addicted to things, he worked hard to move his family to the bamboo forest to make a fuss, which led to Li He and Ling Lun picking bamboo for twenty-four.
Linglun received it from Kunqiu, and Xuanyuan imperial edict was divided into twelve parts. Linglun used it to correct the melody, and Xuanyuan used it to adjust the vitality.
At that time, the Yellow Emperor went to heaven with 23 tubes of salt. Only one pipe is left to blow, and nothing can be taken care of. This pipe is buried in Yu Shun Temple.
A friend of mine, Ting Jianwu, went to Xuanzhou to see that kind of jade. It seems that your home is full of Ting Zhu. Guests don't need to breathe the breeze, they are cool and self-sufficient here.
Hsinchu, Hanyu bamboo shoots and Nanzhu bamboo shoots are becoming increasingly clear. The light green festival has been frosted, and the yellow buds are still covered with green.
Five or six came out of the slaughterhouse, and three or four came out of the family. The high standard is Ling Qiuyan and Tong Zhensheng's spring rhyme.
It's rare that life is skillful in mending forests, and there are doubts and disputes in generate. At first glance, the vertical and horizontal lines go hand in hand, and there is no time for romance.
Dewdrops shed tears before the wind blows. Who can play with me and stare at the empty scene?
Topic Liu Xiucai Hsinchu Du Mu's stems are as beautiful as jade, and the morning mist is green. The sound breaks the cold window dream, and the roots wear the moss line.
Gradually cage when the threshold day, want to block the curtain cloud. If you are not a guest of Yin Shan, who loves this gentleman?
When eating bamboo shoots for the first time, Li Shangyin's tender and fragrant buds came out of the forest first, and the price of the five tombs was as heavy as gold. Imperial capital, land and sea, should be countless, endure an inch of Lingyun heart.
On the bamboo in front of Zhengchang Shili Hall, Jia Daoqing's bamboo is in the poem wine, and he meditates endlessly. The branches are scattered with low snow, and the leaves are covered with sub-cold wind.
Xiaosa suspects that spring has passed, but he has the same way. Roots are invaded and unearthed, and bamboo shoots next door are clustered.
Outside the screen window, the sound-clearing room is in the middle. See the shutter all day long, and the pillow is the same for several years.
Wan Qing sings the prince, and Qian Gong accompanies Ruan Gong. Expose the pity film, and the rain will love it.
Jiegu is quite Hubei, and Xiangchuan dominates Shuidong. He Ruxuan is on the edge of the threshold, and the sky is clear.
Yu Wang, the official bamboo house, said that whoever planted hundreds of poles would rain, and the accompanying song was called Idle Official. Don't compete with Yao Yan for spring scenery. Stay alone and be afraid of the cold.
The sound blows the piano bed to create elegance, and the shadow invades the chess game to help Qing Huan. Even if the toilet is demolished next year, it will still be seen in the snow this winter.
Ting Zhiyuan moved a group of flowers to plant this gentleman, making the court more cold and clean. In summer, I am bored around, and there is a breeze to borrow from my neighbors.
Chanting about Jinzhujiangtang, it was deserted all the way, and it was suspected to be a forest. Those who are greedy for their husbands, or those who have railings, see gold and don't repair it.
Song Qi, a bamboo tree, is different from others by pruning its tips, but refuses to pick them. There is a straight day, but there is no empty heart.
Zizhu Xiuzhu is produced in the southwest of Mei, and its color is different from green. Cut the flute to reflect the sandalwood lips, and lead the branches to leave the phoenix.
Move from a thousand miles, not into a valley. I love planting bamboo Zhai Sima Guang, and I also borrow Zhai to plant bamboo.
One day is indispensable, and chic is always in sight. The snow and frost confessed, and Ke Ye did not change his mind.
Better than Shi Jilun, coral is full of golden valley. There are four pavilions in Huazang Academy dedicated to bamboo and Wang Anshi, with a long aftertaste.
People are thin when they are born with compassion, and even more rigid when they are old. I once shared the rain and dew with Artemisia selengensis, and finally sought the frost with pine and cypress.
I'm tired of plants that take root and sprout. I want to ask Linglun to learn from Phoenix. There are bamboos in Qujiang, Lv Tao, Zhu Jin. The color is dark yellow. People in the village look at Zhu Jin.
Xiuzhu is lovely and in a golden situation. Heaven and earth are in harmony, and the frost and snow are fierce.
Coriolus versicolor has a knot, and chestnut jade is planted into a forest.
3. Song and Bai Poems
The bottom of the gloomy ravine is loose, leaving seedlings on the mountain, one inch in diameter, one stem, and the hundred feet are overcast. (Jin Taikang Zuo Si)
There are pine trees 100 feet big and 10 yards around. They were born at the bottom of the canyon, cold and crude. (Don Bai Juyi)
The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight. (Rola Chen)
Moss is slippery, not rain, but singing. (Tang Hanshanzi)
The wind in the pine gate sweeps itself, and the snow in the waterfall is hard to disappear. (Tang Huangfu Zeng)
The pines are shaded, and the west of the road is clear. (Don Xu Hun)
Monks are cold on the rocks between pines, and the stream is rushing in the middle of the night. (Don Lu Guimeng)
Through the juniper sword, the palace is surrounded by five peaks. (Song Xia Song)
The breeze blows the dew, and the fragrance is moist. (stone)
The two corridors are full of color, and the sound of nine miles is loose. (Song Hongshi)
Should be guarded by mountain gods. As soon as the wind relaxed, it swept away the dust. (Song Taizhang)
Micro-singing the bright moon in the sea gives birth to rock laurel, and laughing long without romantic pine. (Song Hesun)
4. On Mei's Hermit Poems and Gao Shi Poems —— Also on Lu You's Xun Mei in the Snow;
The fragrance is light and the shadow is thin.
Snow abuse and gluttony are only free.
It is the nest in the flower that has produced many generations.
The wealth in the world is not important.
Chao Fu and Xu You,
Is an ancient hermit,
According to legend, these two people are from the Tang Dynasty. Yao gave the throne, but he didn't accept it. Yao gave up the throne, which is also called seclusion. Mei doesn't compete with flowers for spring scenery, just like, she doesn't love human wealth.
Lu You even thinks that Plum Blossom is too strong to be friends with Plum Blossom. From then on, I stopped eating and drinking water to read fairy books "("Plum Blossom "). If you want to be friends with Mei, you must first break the fireworks. Ordinary people must never associate with Mei.