when you are old
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.
Linjiangxian
Yan (Song)
After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking.
When hatred came last spring. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on clothes.
Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
Sing to the moon
Goethe (Germany)
You have revived the still fog.
Locked in a cage in a forest stream,
My soul will come back.
Completely dissolved;
I have traveled all over my field.
With gentle hope,
Like the eyes of a bosom friend
Kindness is related.
My heart is always shaking.
A mixed voice.
Wandering between bitterness and pleasure
When no one is around.
Come on, lovely river!
I will never be happy again;
Swearing, hugging, singing
It all flows like this.
I used to have it.
This rare treasure!
It fills you with worries.
Never forget your feelings!
Sing, along the river in the valley,
Never stop,
Sing, please write a song for my song.
Deep and clear!
In the cold winter night
Your waves are rough,
Still in the sunny spring.
Promote the buds to release.
Happiness, who can not hate?
In order to escape from the world,
Chest out.
Enjoy it with him.
It's hard to guess
Or unexpectedly—
Through the maze in the chest
Wandering at night.
Distant Altair
Nineteen Ancient Poems (Korean)
Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl.
Skillful hands, make a loom.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.
The river is clear and shallow, and there are many differences.
Between water and water, there are no words.
To the oak tree.
Shu Ting
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat simple songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground,
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-
Not only love your stalwart body, but also love the position you insist on and the land under your feet.