Yao Tao
Dynasty: Pre-Qin Dynasty
Author: anonymous
Peach blossoms are in full bloom, colorful and fiery red. The girl is going to get married and be happy at her husband's house.
Peach blossoms are in full bloom and there are countless fruits. The girl is going to get married, and the heir who gave birth early is going to make a fortune.
Peach blossoms are in full bloom, and green leaves are lush and never fall. A son should go home and his family should be treated well.
repair
Dynasty: Pre-Qin Dynasty
Author: anonymous
The slightest bit is paid, and Samsung is in the sky. On what occasion, see this lover? Son, son, what is such a lover?
Take precautions, Samsung is in the corner. On what occasion did you see this encounter? Son, son, what is this encounter?
Take precautions, three stars are at home. What occasion? Who will see this? Son, son, why are you so embarrassed?
Go home after the war
Dynasty: Pre-Qin Dynasty
Author: anonymous
Pea seedlings have been picked again, and wild peas have just emerged from the ground. I said I would go home, but it still didn't come true by the end of the year. A lonely room is a lonely home, so it is a ghost. This is a reason not to live in a prosperous area.
The pea seedlings have been picked again, and the wild peas are very tender. Said he went home, and he was depressed. Anxiety is burning, and hunger is unbearable. The location of the garrison cannot be fixed, and it is impossible to take the letter home.
Bean sprouts are picked again, and the stems and leaves of wild peas are getting old. He said that he went home and went home again in October. But the king's errand is not finished yet, and I have no leisure to enjoy this quiet and good time. My heart hurts and I can't go home now.
What flowers are in full bloom? It's Tang Dihua. What kind of car is it? General among generals, of course. The troop ship started, and four horses were tall and big. How dare you live safely? Because of a month of fighting!
Riding four horses, four horses are tall and strong. The generals sat in the car and the soldiers were under its protection. Four horses were trained, with bows and shark sacs decorated with Gu Xiang. How can you not be vigilant every day? Armadillo hole thorn!
Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. The road is muddy, hungry and thirsty. Full of sadness, full of sadness, who experienced my sadness!
pawpaw
Dynasty: Pre-Qin Dynasty
Author: anonymous
You give me papaya. I'll pay for Joan. Not to thank you, always cherish your feelings.
You want to send me a peach, and I want to give it back to Qiong Yao. Not to thank you, always cherish your feelings.
You give me wood, and I'll take Joan Jiu in return. Not to thank you, always cherish your feelings.
drum
Drums are dull and soldiers actively use them. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone.
From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried.
Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it.
Foreign poetry
I'd rather be a torrent.
Author: Petofi (Hungary)
I would like to be a torrent or a mountain stream, walking on the rocky road.
As long as my lover is a small fish, swimming happily in my waves.
I want to be a barren forest on both sides of the river, and I fight bravely in the face of a gust of wind.
As long as my lover is a bird, it is my guest among the dense branches.
I hope the ruins are on steep cliffs. This silent destruction has not depressed me.
As long as my lover is green ivy, I will climb up intimately along my desolate forehead.
I hope it's a thatched cottage at the bottom of the valley, beaten by wind and rain.
As long as my lover is lovely, the flame flashes slowly and happily in my stove.
I wish the clouds were gray broken flags, floating around lazily in the vast sky.
As long as my lover is a coral sunset, it will shine brightly beside my pale face.
wild rose
Author: Goethe (Germany)
The teenager saw a rose, a little rose in the wilderness.
So delicate, so bright
The teenager hurried forward and looked very happy.
Rose, rose, red rose, little rose in the wilderness.
The boy said I'm going to pick your little roses in the wilderness.
Ross said I would stab you.
Let you never forget that I don't want to be picked by you.
Rose, rose, red rose, little rose in the wilderness.
The savage teenager went to her wilderness to pick small roses.
Ross stabbed him in self-defense, and Ross held back his tears in vain.
Or is it broken?
Rose, rose, red rose, little rose in the wilderness.
Please say again I love you
Author: Mrs Browning (UK)
I said it once, please tell me again that I love you.
Even if it is repeated over and over again.
You will think that this is a cuckoo song.
Please remember, between the green mountains and forests, in the valleys and fields.
If it lacks cuckoo syllables, even if it is fresh in spring.
Wearing green clothes is not perfect.
It's so dark around love
I only heard frightened voices in my ears.
In the midst of painful uneasiness
I cried, and I love you again.
Who would think there are too many stars? Every star rotates in space.
Who would think it's too much? Every flower is full of spring.
Say you love me, you love me, ring the bell.
Just remember to love me with your soul in silence.
billow
Author: quasimodo (Italian)
How many nights, I heard the gentle waves of the sea lapping against the soft beach.
Express a soft word with warmth.
As if a kind voice came from the lost years.
Through my memory, my mind keeps echoing.
Like the long, low cry of seagulls. may be
Birds fly to the plain to meet the charming spring scenery and sing tactfully.
The unforgettable years when you and I were there
With the whispers of the waves, how close we are.
Oh, how I wish I could hear the echo of my nostalgia.
Light waves like the sea float to your side in this boundless darkness.
Athens maiden
Author: Byron (UK)
Maiden of Athens, give me my heart back before we leave.
Or since you have separated from me, keep it and take the rest.
Please listen to my parting oath. You are my life and I love you.
I want to snuggle up to my loose curly hair and chase every Aegean wind.
I want to snuggle up to those eyelash-like eyes and kiss the pink on your cheek.
I will snuggle in those deer-like eyes and swear that you are my life and I love you.
There are also red lips and a light and tight waist that I have long wanted to taste.
I want to snuggle up in those promised flowers, more than all words.
I want to say that you are my life and I love you.
Maiden of Athens, we broke up. Think of me when you are lonely.
Although I ran to Istanbul, Athens captured my heart and soul.
Can I not love you? No, you are my life. I love you.