About a short English poem 1
River journey from White King city
li po
At dawn, I left White King, a walled city.
Standing in colorful clouds;
Within a day, I came to the downstream.
Thousands of miles to Jiangling.
The screams of monkeys on both sides of the strait
It hardly stopped ringing in my ears.
When my boat left,
Chung Shan Man.
Li Bai's "Early Making Baidicheng"
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.
Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are crying endlessly, and the canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man.
On English Short Poems II
Give it to Wang Lun.
li po
Li Bai got on the boat and was ready to start.
Suddenly I heard footsteps and songs on the shore.
Thousands of feet Deep Peach Blossom Pond
It's shallower than Wang Lun's love for me.
Li Bai's gift to Wang Lun.
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, so why don't you send me away in Wang Lun?
On English Short Poems III
Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain
li po
Flocks of birds fly high and then disappear;
A cloud, drifting alone and quietly.
Never tired of looking at each other—
Just Jingting Mountain and me.
Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain
Birds fly high,
Lonely clouds go to leisure alone.
Never tired of looking at each other,
Just Jingting Mountain and me.
On short English poem 4
Blame the son
My sideburns are covered with white hair,
My skin is wrinkled and my muscles are flabby.
Although I have five sons, none of them will care.
Read or write in white or black.
My eldest son is eight years old now,
But no one is as lazy as he is.
My second son will not give.
He began to study art at the age of fifteen.
My third and fourth sons at the age of thirteen.
I don't know what six plus seven is.
My youngest son is nine years old;
Between pears and nuts, he is in heaven.
If this is a sacred decree,
What can I do besides drinking my wine?
Tao Yuanming's "Responsibility"
White hair and sideburns,
The skin is no longer firm.
Although there are five people,
It's always difficult to write and write.
Sue is twenty-eight years old.
Laziness leads to no horses.
A Xing Xuan Zhixue,
I do not like literature.
Duan Yong is thirteen years old.
I don't know. Six and seven.
Tongzi is nine years old,
But looking for pears and chestnuts.
If this is the case,
Get into the cup.