Wang Zhihuan
Cross the border
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
. Folk song poetry
Wang Zhihuan
to cross a boundary
A yellow river climbs the white clouds,
Near a wall in the mountains,
A Tatar played his flute under a willow tree and lamented.
That spring never blew through Yumen Pass and blew to him.
Music bureau
Lipper
One of the monotonous tones
Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them.
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon. Folk song poetry
li po
A song of pure happiness
Her robe is a cloud and her face is a flower;
Her balcony sparkled with bright spring dew,
Or the top of Yushan Mountain on Earth.
Or the roof of heaven on the edge of the moon.
Music bureau
Lipper
The second flat note
A red dew is fragrant, and the rain is heartbroken.
Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow relies on new cosmetics.
Folk song poetry
li po
Song of pure happiness 2
A perfume stole moisture from a bunch of red flowers,
A mist, through the heart, from the magical Wu Shan-
China's palaces have never been so beautiful-
Even swallows in shiny clothes.
Music bureau
Lipper
The third of qingpingdiao
The beauty of beauty and red peony complement each other, and beauty and long flowers are king.
Explain that it is infinitely hateful, and Shen Xiangting is north.
Folk song poetry
li po
Song of pure happiness III
Lovely now together, his wife and his flowers.
Always illuminate the emperor's eyes,
When he listened to the sigh of the spring wind in the distance
She leaned against the railing of the Aloe House.
Music bureau
Du Qiuniang
Golden thread robe
I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth.
When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.
Folk song poetry
Du Qiuniang
Golden thread robe
Don't covet gold robes,
Only cherish your young days!
If the bud opens, collect it-
In case you wait for the empty branches.
Inner music
By Lester Garrett
Life ... what is this?
See it in the colors of autumn,
Mild snowfall in winter,
A shower in spring,
Summer sunshine.
See it in the laughter of young people and old people.
Learn about it hopefully,
Rich blessings.
What is life?
It is happiness, consciousness,
And inner music.
New voices in American poetry
Inner music
What is life like?
It is immersed in colorful autumn colors,
Floating in the soft and silent winter snow,
In the spring rain,
On a gorgeous summer day.
It is contained in the old man's hearty laughter.
It is also hidden in the innocent play of children.
It is surging in people's hopes,
It ripples in beautiful blessings,
What is life like?
This is happiness, this is understanding,
It's the music in my heart.
Can I compare you to summer?
William Shakespeare
Can I compare you to a summer day?
You are more lovely and gentle.
The wind shook the lovely buds of May,
His golden complexion often darkens;
Every market sometimes declines,
Accidental or natural process of change, untrimmed:
But your eternal summer will not die,
Nor will you lose the beauty you have;
Death will not boast that you wander in his shadow.
When you grow up in eternal time.
As long as human beings can breathe and see,
This is eternal, which gives you life.
Can I compare you to a sunny summer day?
(no.18)
William? Shakespeare
Can I compare you to a sunny summer day?
You are cuter and gentler than summer;
The May wind destroyed beautiful flowers,
Summer keeps rushing away.
The bright eyes in the sky (1) are sometimes too hot.
The golden face is often covered with gloomy clouds;
All beautiful images will inevitably fade (2)
Accidental destruction or natural aging. (3)
And you, like midsummer, flourish and never fade,
Beauty and elegance are always charming; (4)
Death cannot force you to die,
You will live forever in immortal poems.
As long as people can breathe and not be blind,
This poem and you will be handed down forever.
Translated by Sun Liang
(1) refers to the sun.
(2) In the original sentence, the first fair is a common noun, referring to the concrete image of beauty, and the second fair is an abstract noun, referring to beauty and elegance.
(3) untrimmed in the original sentence means "take off (beautiful clothes, etc.). ) ",the metaphor here is" take away (beauty, etc.). )".
Owest in the original sentence is equal to own in modern English, meaning "all" or "owned".
Love is stronger than forgetting.
Cummings
Love is stronger than forgetting.
Thinner than memories
hardly has one wave subsided when another rises—one trouble follows another
More frequently than failure
This is the craziest and absurd.
More should not believe.
Than all the seas
Deeper than the sea
Love is always more important than winning.
More important than living.
Less than minimum start
Less than forgiveness
This is the most sensible and sunny.
It will not die.
Than all the sky.
Higher than the sky
Love is stronger than forgetting.
Love is stronger than forgetting.
Thinner than memory
Less than wet wave
Not just failure
This is the craziest, craziest
But compared to everyone,
An ocean deeper than the ocean.
It lasts longer.
Love is always rarer than victory.
But not just alive.
Cannot start before is greater than.
No less than understanding.
He is the clearest and most understanding.
Compared with everyone else.
A sky higher than the sky
He is more immortal.
light
John Milton
Although difficult and rare: it is safe for you and me to revisit,
Feel your noble lamp of life; But you
Don't look at these eyes again, it's futile.
Looking for your sharp light, but can't find the dawn;
Such a thick drop of peace extinguished their sphere,
Or dim diffuse vision. But not more.
I no longer wander around the place where the muse haunts.
Creaer Springs, or Shady Grove, or Mount Sunnie,
Obsessed with sacred songs; But, boss
Mount Zion and the stream below
Wash your sacred feet, tremble and flow,
I visit every night: sometimes I don't forget.
The other two are as famous as them.
Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides,
Tiresias and finis are ancient prophets.
And then feed on ideas, which is voluntary action.
Harmonious numbers; As a sober bird
Appeal to the light
John? Milton
I can see you safely again, (1)
Feel your eternal light; But, uh,
These eyes are out of place with you; They all rolled over,
I want to see the sun, but I can't see a glimmer of light;
It is the cataract that blocks the image of the eyes.
Or blindness blocks the light. But I don't think that's the reason
I am lazy to wander in the fairyland where poets roam;
I still love the clear spring in the poem,
Maolin, sunny hillside; But every night,
I am mainly looking for you (2), Lushan and Yamashita.
Wash the running water of your holy feet? about
Baihuaxichun; I often think of it, too
Those two poets who suffered the same fate as me.
I wish I could share the honor with them,
Blind plugs Mieris (3) and mionidis (4),
I also thought of the ancient prophets Derisi and Phoenicia;
Then I concentrate on brewing and arousing beauty.
The emotion of this poem; Like a sleepless bird,
Singing in secret in the depths of the Woods,
Try to serenade. So every year.
The seasons change, but I will always be here.
Not day, beautiful morning and evening,
Or England in spring, roses in early summer,
Or a group, a herd, or a beautiful face of human beings;
On the contrary, there are dark clouds around me.
Eternal darkness, human communication,
Cut off from me, the book of knowledge is closed,
Natural phenomena, as if blurred before our eyes,
At a loss, like a piece of paper without words,
A heavy door of wisdom has been closed.
Therefore, please light.
Shine on my heart and achieve my inner quality.
Glow; Please plant an eye here,
Dispel dark clouds from here; I can do it.
See and say what mortals can't see.
Yin's translation
(1) The poet used to describe hell, but now he begins to describe the world, so he asks the poet (you) for help.
(2) The poetic god mentioned here is Urana, the god of poetic saints; He lives in the holy land of Jerusalem.
(3) Poets in myth.
④ Homer.
(5) nightingale.
When we broke up,
George Gordon Byron
When we broke up,
In silence and tears,
Half heartbroken
Cut off for many years,
Your cheeks turn pale and cold,
Your kiss is colder;
That moment really predicted
That's the end of sorrow!
Morning dew
My forehead started to get cold-
It feels like a warning
How I feel now.
Your vows have been broken,
Just your reputation:
I heard your name mentioned,
Share its shame.
They mentioned you in front of me,
The death knell that rings for me;
I shuddered-
Why are you so cute?
They don't know I know you.
Who knows you too well:
I will regret for you for a long, long time,
It's too deep to say.
We met in secret-
I am sad in silence,
Your heart will forget,
Your soul is cheating.
If I meet you,
After Ling Nian,
How can I greet you?
With silence and tears.
Say goodbye to the past
George? Gordon. byron
Say goodbye to the past,
Tears flow silently;
From hating the liver and heartbreaking,
It's been several years.
How sad the cold face and cheeks are,
A kiss adds to the cold;
Sad things in the future,
This moment has been predicted.
The cold dew is heavy,
Leng Mei-
At that time, someone announced:
Sadness is today.
Is Mengshan safe now?
How contemptible your name is!
I've heard about your reputation,
Shame on people.
I heard that you have a bad reputation,
Like listening to the death knell.
I can't help feeling anxious-
The past is too strong.
Who knows the old days,
I know too much.
Long and painful,
Needless to say,
I used to like trysts,
I hate silence today.
You've forgotten how you felt in the past,
Illness meets misfortune.
After years of separation,
Or meet again,
What do you mean by meeting?
Tears flow silently.
Translated by Yin Xilin
Sun liangxiao
Appreciation of English Classics: Bird Collection
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.
2
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
three
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
four
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.
five
The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
six
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness?
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear their burden?
eight
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
nine
Once, we dreamed that everyone was a stranger.
When we wake up, we know that we love each other.
Once we dreamed that we were strangers.
We woke up and found that we were dear to each other.
10
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart, like the evening arrival in the silent forest.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart, like the evening arrival in the silent forest.
1 1
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing the music of the ripples on my heart.
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
12
"What language do you speak, sea?"
"This is an eternal question."
"What's your answer, sky?"
"It's eternal silence."
What is your language, sea water?
The language of eternal questions.
What's your answer, sky?
The language of eternal silence.
13
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
14
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great. But the illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great.
The illusion of knowledge is like the morning mist.
Don't let your love sit on a cliff just because it is high.
Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high.
16
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
17
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart.
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart.
18
You can't see yourself, all you see is your own shadow.
You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow.
19
My wishes are fools, they shout across your song, God.
Let me hear it.
My wishes are fools, they shout across your song, Lord.
Let me listen.
20
I can't choose the best.
It's the best choice for me.
I can't choose the best.
The best choice is me.
lobe of a leaf
Author: Walter de la Mare
Slowly, quietly, now the moon
Walking at night in her silver boots;
In this way, in that way, she stared and watched.
Silver trees bear silver fruits;
One window after another is stuck.
The beam of light under her silver thatch;
Lying in the kennel like a log,
The dog with silver claws fell asleep;
Peeking through their dark huts, white breasts.
Pigeons sleep in silver feathers;
A harvesting mouse ran around,
Silver claws and silver eyes;
The motionless fish in the water sparkled,
Next to the silver reeds in the silver stream.
Silver white
Luna wears simple shoes,
Gently and quietly floating around the world.
Peek at the orchard once in a while,
The fruit is as white as jade.
The hut is frosty and snowy,
The window lattice sparkled with silver.
Chai Men doesn't bark,
Leisure is like a dream.
Pigeons dream,
The light shone on the silver feathers.
The jade mouse runs like electricity,
Silver light reflects the eyes.
Reed is as white as snow,
Fish can't swim.
. honeysuckle
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828- 1882)
I picked a honeysuckle flower.
The high hedge is full of thorns,
Climb for the prize,
It's torn,
Dirty my feet in the water;
Blown by thorns and wind
The flowers I took were
Thought,
But I found it sweet and fair.
From there I came to a richer growth,
There, in close contact,
Honeysuckles have sprung up in large numbers,
Not as upset as my single aristocrat,
All the virgin lamps with fragrance and dew,
So from the first time I threw it,
However, they are no longer picked.
Note: the name of honeysuckle comes from the sweet nectar produced by this flower, which is used to intoxicate greedy bees. Its strong fragrance permeates the air, tempting human senses. The fragrance of this passionate plant may fascinate young girls, so wild honeysuckle is a symbol of impermanence of love.
honeysuckle
Translated by Wang Bing
On the high fence full of thorns,
I picked a honeysuckle flower,
For this reward,
I tried to climb up,
Cut my clothes,
Got dirty in the mud.
My feet,
Flowers are flying in thorns and wind,
The flowers I picked became sparse,
however
Flowers are so fragrant and beautiful,
Under the nourishment of sweet breath
I became more charming,
Honeysuckle blossoms in clusters,
Nothing like the one in my hand.
Destruction and withering,
From my hands,
All the flawless and fragrant light,
Fade away,
I will never pick honeysuckle again.
Note:. Honeysuckle beguiles greedy bees with the nectar it produces, hence its name (the English word honeysuckle consists of "honey" and "sucking"). When its strong fragrance permeates the air, it also intoxicated people's senses. The scent of warm honeysuckle makes girls flinch, so wild honeysuckle symbolizes the capriciousness of love.
The above is my own collection, and I want to share it with you.