Lipper
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Sent Judge Wu back.
Cen Can
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
Scattered into the bead curtain, it is wet Moreau, a fur coat feels very cold, and a cotton pad is as thin as a cicada.
The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Tu Jinling
Wei Zhuang
The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds of the Six Dynasties are singing.
Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage.
melancholy autumn thoughts
Ji Zhang
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Xianyang deserves rain.
Wen tingjun
It is raining heavily in xian yangqiao, and there are fishing boats in the air.
Just like the spring water in Dongting, Xiaoyun enters Yueyang Day.
The furthest distance in the world
Author: Tagore (India)
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you
You don't know I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing in front of you
You don't know I love you.
But obsessed with love
But you can't say I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I love you
I miss you so much.
But it can only be buried deep in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I miss you.
But love each other.
But we can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world
Do not love each other
But we can't be together.
But knowing that true love is invincible
Pretend not to care.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between trees.
But branches that grow from the same root.
But can't depend on each other in the wind
The furthest distance in the world
It is not that branches cannot depend on each other.
But the stars look at each other.
But there are no intersecting trajectories.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the trajectory between stars.
But even if the tracks intersect,
But in a flash, there was nowhere to find it.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that the moment is nowhere to be found.
But we haven't met yet.
It is doomed to be impossible to come together.
The furthest distance in the world
Is the distance between fish and birds.
One is in the sky, and the other is deep under the sea.
when you are old
Author: Ye Zhi (Ireland)
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the heavy shadows of their past;
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
I hung my head, by the red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars.
I'd rather be a torrent.
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.
If you remember, you will forget.
Author: Dickinson (USA)
If you remember, you will forget.
I'll never remember,
If forgetting is memory.
I have almost forgotten.
I wander alone, like a cloud.
Author: Wordsworth (UK)
I wander alone, like a cloud.
Floating on hills and valleys,
Suddenly I saw a group of people.
Golden daffodils bloom in spring,
In the shade, by the lake,
Dance in the breeze.
Continuous, like bright stars,
Shining in the milky way,
They walked along the edge of the lake bay
Extend into an endless line;
I saw 10 thousand flowers at a glance,
The ups and downs in dance.
The sparkling waves are dancing,
The joy of daffodils is better than water waves;
With such a happy partner,
How can a poet be dissatisfied with his happiness!
I stared at it for a long time, but I just couldn't imagine it.
How much wealth has this miracle given me?
Every time I lie awake in bed,
Either my mind is empty, or I meditate silently,
They often flash in my mind,
That is the happiness in loneliness;
So my heart is full of happiness,
Dancing with daffodils.
Where the moon rises.
Author: Kojima
Moon rises
The sound of a carving returning to the nest.
There are fish jumping out of blue light.
There is a piano playing an old legend.
I don't know whose eyes.
Fall on the birch tree and blink.
Show wisdom and detachment
night
But throw it on the moon.
Infinite tenderness
It was also that night.
Those posted on the window
Grandma cut off the window grilles.
Wrapped in ice flowers
In my dream
It melted.