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The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
2. Du Fu (7 12~770), with beautiful words, was named Shaoling Yelao, Ling Du Yelao and Ling Du Buyi, and was also called Du Shaoling and Du Gongbu. Han nationality, originally from Xiangyang, Hubei (now Xiangfan, Hubei), was born in Gongxian, Henan, China (now gongyi city).
The autumn wind broke the hut.
Du fu in Tang dynasty
In the autumn of August, the wind roared (háo), sweeping my triple grass. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs on the top of the forest (juàn) and the dragon (cháng), while the lower one floats to Shen.
The children in Nancun bully me, but they can stand being (wéi) thieves. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches.
In a blink of an eye (qǐng), the wind gathers clouds and ink, and the autumn is bleak and dark. For many years, qón has been as cold as iron, and Joule is lying in bed, and his body is about to crack. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. Since the funeral (sāng), I haven't slept much and I can't get wet all night!
There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain!
Oh! I suddenly saw this house, and it was enough for me to freeze to death alone!
3. Li Bai (Feb. 8, 7065438+0-Feb. 65438 +762), whose name is Taibai, was named Zi Jushi, named "fallen immortal" (how to comment on Li Bai, Li Bai also boasted). China, a great romantic poet in Tang Dynasty, was called "Poet Fairy" by later generations, and was also called "Da Du Li" with Du Fu.
Ode to the Difficult Road of Shu
Hey, whoa, whoa (y and x ū x sum)! High risk! The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky!
Until the two rulers of this area (fú) forced through in the foggy age!
Forty-eight thousand years have passed and it has not been associated with Qin Sai.
And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, all the way to the peak of Emei.
Once it was broken by an earthquake, some brave people lost it, and then the ladder stone stack (zhàn) was connected.
On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel.
It is difficult to climb such a height, even if the yellow crane says that apes want to climb it.
The green clay mountain is made up of many circles, with hundreds of steps and nine twists and turns.
Meng and Shen sat there, their hands touching y and ng (y ng) and sighing.
We want to know whether this road to the west will never end.
But look at the ancient forest of sad birds. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird.
Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain.
It's hard to get through the Shu Road, and it's hard to get to the sky. It turns pale when you smell it!
The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface.
There are also thousands of waterfalls flying (Hu:), (P: ng), cliff turning (turning) and stone valley (hi) thunder.
With this wave after wave of danger, Ji, wéi and others came here from afar.
Although the bunker is strong and severe, one person guards it and ten thousand people can't beat it.
Shou is also a relative of the bandit (fēi), but what about the wolf to his companions? .
There are terrible hungry tigers during the day and poisonous reptiles at night.
Brush your teeth and shǔn blood, killing people like hemp.
Although the Silk City is beautiful, I'd rather go home soon.
It is difficult for Shu Dao to reach the sky, so you can look at it from the west (zο)ο(Jiο). [ 1]
4. Shu Ting, formerly known as Gong, 1952, is a native of shima town, Zhangzhou, and her ancestral home is Quanzhou, Fujian. Contemporary poet, one of the representative writers of misty poetry school.
To the oak tree.
If I love you-
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds.
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool comfort all year round;
It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, clenched in the ground
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every gust of wind blows
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems.
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like a halberd;
I have my red flowers.
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand, the land under your feet.
1March 27, 977
5. Pushkin (пушкин) was translated as' Pushkin Geng' in his early years, which is closer to Russian pronunciation.
Pushkin (александрсергевичпу) is/. He is known as "the father of Russian literature" and "the sun of Russian poetry".
Winter morning
Pushkin (Russia 1799- 1837)
Frost and sunshine, what a beautiful day!
Charming friend, but you are sleeping.
It's time, beauty, wake up!
Open your sleepy eyes closed by happiness.
Please come out, as the morning star in the north,
Come and meet the goddess of the morning glow in the north!
Last night, you remember, the snow was spinning,
The sinister sky is shrouded in darkness.
The yellow moon behind the dark clouds
Like pale spots in the night sky.
You sit there, bored-
But now ... Ah, please look out the window:
Under the blue sky, it looks like a tapestry.
Spread brilliantly on the Yuan Ye.
A large area of snow shines with sunshine,
Only the transparent Woods are darkening.
And fir branches through the frost.
Radiant green: the frozen river is bright.
Amber lit up the whole room.
It's shining. In a new fire
Make a pleasant crackling sound.
It's really beautiful to lie in bed and daydream at this time.
However, should you call someone earlier?
Put the brown horse on the sleigh!
Dear friends, have a nice trip.
Let's slide through the early morning snow.
Let that fierce horse run,
Let's visit the clearing.
The forest that grew not long ago,
That river bank is too good for me.
6. Byron
George gordon byron (1788.1.22-1824.4.19) is an outstanding representative of English romantic literature. 1788 65438+/kloc-0 was born in London on October 22nd, and his parents came from a declining aristocratic family. He was born lame and sensitive to it.
I think we broke up before.
I think we broke up before,
Tears silently,
It is expected to be quarantined for many years.
We can't help but be heartbroken;
Your face is cold and white,
Your kiss is more like cold ice,
Oh, that moment was a sign.
My sadness today.
Cold dew condenses in the morning,
My forehead is cold,
That feeling seems to be
This is a warning to me.
Your vows have been broken,
Your behavior is so frivolous;
When people mention your name,
I'm ashamed to hear that.
They talk about you in front of me,
A sound like a death knell;
I'm shaking all over-
Why am I so attached to you?
No one knows that I know you very well,
Oh, I know you so well-
I'll regret it for a long time,
It is difficult to be humanitarian in such a deep place.
You and I met in secret,
I am sad silently again,
I can't believe you lied to me,
Your heart has finally forgotten.
If many years later,
We met again by chance,
How can I greet you?
I can only be silent with tears.
1808
7. Introduction to Tagore
Robin Dranath (1861May 7-1941August 7) is a famous Indian poet, writer, writer, artist, social activist, philosopher and Indian nationalist. He was born in a well-educated family in Calcutta.
Preface poem 48
June, covered with black veil, has come again.
The moist soil exudes fragrance.
My tired and aging heart answered the call of the flowing clouds.
Overwhelmed by the interference of life process.
Shadow through the vast loneliness.
The new green on the pasture
My blood is surging with the call.
It came, came to my eyes, came to my chest.
Come to my happy songs.