On Classical English Poetry (I)
Eight sides fortress
Du Fu
During the Three Kingdoms period, you made unparalleled achievements, and you gained a permanent reputation by invading.
This river won't divert the stones from your disposal, and you will always regret that you will destroy Wu's unwise.
Eight sides fortress
Du Fu
The three kingdoms, divided, have always been bound by his greatness.
The Eight Fortress is built on his reputation;
Beside the changing river, it stands like a stone like his sadness.
He never conquered Wu.
On the second part of classical English poetry
Duhanjiang River
Li pin
Far from home, I am eager for news, one winter after another, one spring after another.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
Crossing the Han River
Li Pin
Being away from home, I am eager for news.
Winter goes and spring comes.
Now, near my village, meet people,
I dare not ask a question.
On Classical English Poetry (3)
On hearing her play the harp
Li Duan
Jin Su's guzheng makes a beautiful sound, and the beauty of guzheng sits in front of the jade house.
Trying to please Zhou Lang as much as possible, you see she deliberately dialed the wrong string.
On hearing her play the harp
Li Duan
Her white hands are by the snow window.
Shining on the golden harp-
In order to attract Zhou Yu's keen eyes,
She sometimes touches the wrong note.
On the fourth part of classical English poetry
Love, Bitter
Lipper
How beautiful she is, opening the pearly window sash, how quietly she leans against it, and how troubled her forehead is! .
I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself.
Love, Bitter
li po
How beautiful she is, opening the pearly window,
How quietly she leaned, and how troubled her forehead was!
You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now.
But not the man she loves.
Chapter V Classical English Poetry
Xue Jiang
liu zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
River snow
liu zongyuan
There are no birds in the mountains,
A thousand roads without footprints;
A boat, a bamboo cloak,
An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.