The first part of a simple English poem
Liu Zongyuan, farewell to dreams.
Everything has been the same for 20 years, and now the road forks from west to east.
If the emperor promised to return the field, he would be a neighbor at the age of six.
Re-discussion on parting with Meng De
liu zongyuan
In the past twenty years, we have shared joys and sorrows;
Now we must part at the fork in the road.
If His Majesty allows me to quit my job and go to farming,
I will spend the rest of my life as your neighbor.
The second part of a simple English poem
Bai Juyi, a fish in the stream
The sea mulberry field is about to change, and the wind and waves are boiling in Tianchi.
Whales swallow jiaozi, waves turn into blood, and fish in deep streams are happy.
Fish in the ditch
Bai Juyi
When the sea and land undergo drastic changes,
The water boils, the wind is furious, and the earth fluctuates and vibrates.
When whales fight dragons, the waves turn crimson.
The fish swam around in the deep ditch, unaware of all this.
The third part of a simple English poem
Bai Juyi, substitute flowers for trees
Money can buy peonies, where can I say goodbye?
It's a pity that the red side is hateful.
Talking about the Transplantation of Peony
Bai Juyi
When planting the peony I bought recently,
I want to know why the master and Panos broke up.
This plant makes me love and hate,
Because it will blossom wherever it is transplanted.
The fourth part of a simple English poem
Wang zhaojun
Bai Juyi
She begged Korea's special envoy to send a message and said
"To get me back, when can I pay the ransom?
If your majesty asks me what I look like,
Don't say I'm not as attractive as I was in the palace. "
A simple English poem Chapter 5
Bai Juyi read Nine Yuan Songs on the boat.
Read your poem in front of the lamp, the lamp goes out, and the sky is not bright.
When your eyes are sore, the lights are still sitting in the dark and the waves are beating against the wind.
Reading Yuan IX's poems on the boat.
Bai Juyi
In front of a lamp, I read a whole volume of your poems;
When I finished it in dim light, it was still not bright.
I put out the light and sat in the dark, my eyes ached;
The headwind threw one wave after another at my boat.