"A Blossoming Tree" - Xi Murong (China)
How to make you meet me
At my most beautiful moment
For this
I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years
I begged the Buddha to let us have a mortal relationship
The Buddha then transformed me into a human being. A tree
grows by the road you must pass
under the sun
carefully blooms with flowers
everything is The hope of my previous life
When you come closer
Please listen carefully
The trembling leaves
are my passion for waiting< /p>
And when you finally walked by indifferently
The thing that fell on the ground behind you
My friend
those are not petals
p>It is my withering heart
"Freedom and Love" - ??Petofi (Hungary)
Life is precious,
The price of love higher.
If it is for freedom,
both can be thrown away.
"If Life Deceived You" - Pushkin (Russia)
If Life Deceived You
Don't be sad, don't be impatient
You need to be calm in depressed days
Believe it, happy days will come
My heart is always longing for the future
Now I am often depressed
p>Everything is fleeting, everything will pass
And what has passed
will become a dear memory.
"Rain Lane" - Dai Wangshu (China)
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long time
And again In the lonely rainy alley,
I hope to meet
a lilac-like
girl with a sad complexion.
She has
the same color as lilac,
the same fragrance as lilac,
the same sadness as lilac,
Sadness in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation.
She is wandering in this lonely rainy alley,
holding an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me< /p>
Walking in silence,
cold, desolate, and melancholy.
She approached silently
As she approached, she cast a
breath-like look,
she floated by
Like a dream,
Like a dream, as sad and confused as a dream.
Like a sprig of lilac floating by in a dream,
This girl floated by my side;
She moved away silently , far away,
reached the dilapidated fence,
walked through the rainy alley.
In the mournful song of the rain,
disappeared her color,
dispersed her fragrance
dissipated, even Her
eyes are as breath-taking,
as melancholy as lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long
and lonely rain alley,
I hope to float< /p>
A lilac-like girl
A sad and resentful girl.
"When You Are Old" - Yeats (Ireland)
When you are old and gray and sleepy,
Napping by the fire , please take down this poem,
read it slowly, recalling the softness of your eyes in the past,
recalling their heavy shadows in the past;
How many people love it In your youthful and joyous moments,
I admire your beauty, falsely or sincerely,
Only one person loves you with the soul of a pilgrim,
Loves you as you age The painful wrinkles on his face;
Hold his head, beside the shining red stove,
Sadly and softly tell the disappearance of love,
On the hills above it paced slowly,
hiding its face among a group of stars.
"Goodbye Cambridge" - Xu Zhimo (China)
Gently I left, just as I came lightly;
I quietly beckoning, making farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the river are the bride in the sunset;
The beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart.
The green banana-plants on the soft mud sway gracefully under the water;
In the soft waves of the Cam River, I would willingly be a waterweed!
The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed among the floating algae, a rainbow-like dream precipitates.
Looking for a dream? Take a long punt pole and row upstream to where the grass is greener;
Load a boatload of starlight and sing in the colorful starlight.
But I can't sing, silence is the shengxiao of parting;
The summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
Quietly I left, just as quietly as I came;
I waved my sleeves and did not take away a single cloud.
"On the Wings of Song" - Heine (Germany)
On the Wings of Song
The Beloved
< p>I will take you to flyWalk to the bank of the Ganges
The most beautiful place there
A garden with red flowers in full bloom
The silent moonlight
The lotus waits there
Their intimate girl
Violet chuckles and whispers
Looking up to Looking up at the stars
The roses tell the fragrant fairy tale
Secretly in the ear
It is the one who jumps over and listens quietly
The kind and wise antelope
Noisy in the distance
The waves of the holy river
We want to lie down here
There Underneath the palm trees
Bathed in love and tranquility
Indulged in the dream of happiness
"To" - Shelley (UK)
< p>There is a word that is often blasphemed.I will not blaspheme it again.
There is a kind of feeling that is falsely despised by others.
You will not despise it again.
There is a kind of hope that is too similar to despair.
Why should we be more careful!
Your compassion is unparalleled and warms my heart.
I can’t give you what people call love,
But I don’t know if you can accept it.
This heart’s admiration for you,
Even God will not reject you.
Like a moth flying towards the stars,
Like the dark night chasing the dawn.
This kind of longing,
has long since escaped from the plight of the world!
"Girl's Thoughts" - Li Yang (China)
I'm afraid of your two figures,
all blurry in the moonlight,
See the bottom of it under the sun.
I'm afraid you have two pretty looks,
one smiles like peach blossoms and bends the branches,
the other is melancholy, just like Xi Tzu.
I'm afraid of this fine distinction -
Clouds in the water come,
Clouds in the mountains go, but which one is you? .
After many images in dreams,
only then did I see that the flowers blooming on the other side were actually lotus seeds passing by.
It’s empty here,
it’s cozy there.
"I like that you are silent"
——Neruda (Chile)
I like that you are silent, as if you have disappeared,
You hear me from a distance, but my voice cannot touch you.
It seems like your eyes have flown away
Like a kiss, sealing your mouth.
As all things fill my soul,
You emerge from all things and fill my soul.
You are like my soul, a dream butterfly.
You are like the word melancholy.
I like that you are silent, as if you are far away.
You sound like you are lamenting, a butterfly moaning like a dove.
You hear me from afar, and my voice cannot reach you:
Let me be silent in your silence.
And let me talk to you through your silence,
Your silence is as bright as a lamp, as simple as a ring,
You are like the night, possessing loneliness with the stars.
Your silence is the silence of the stars, distant and bright.
I like you to be silent, as if you have disappeared,
Distant and sad, as if you are dead.
At that time, one word and one smile were enough.
And I will feel happy, happy because it is not true.