"Do you have to go?" Tagore traveler, do you have to go? The night was quiet and I slept in the Woods in the dark. The terrace is brightly lit, full of flowers, and young eyes are still awake. Traveler, do you have to go? We didn't bind your feet with pleading arms. Your door is open and your saddle is standing at the door. If we try to stand in your way, it's only with our songs. If we try to stop you, it's only with our eyes. Traveler, we can't keep you. We only have tears. What is the eternal fire shining in your eyes? What restless fanaticism is running in your blood? What is calling you in the dark? What terrible magic do you see in the stars in the sky? Does the night enter your silent and eccentric heart with sealed secret information? Tired heart, if you don't like happy parties, if you must be quiet, we will put out our lights and stop playing our harp. We will sit quietly in the rustling leaves in the dark, and the tired moon will shed pale light on your window. Traveler, what sleepless spirit touched you from the heart of midnight?
Tie a heartstring-Tagore, the music of your harp is ups and downs. The strings quietly tied a heartstring to me. From then on, my heart jingled with the music you played all year round, and my soul curled up with your melody. Your eyes shine with my lamp of hope, and your flowers blend with my desire. From then on, day and night, between your peerless beauty, my heart shines, blooms and rocks, and the shadow of my soul looms on your face.
The furthest distance in the world-[India] Tagore The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that you don't know I love you when I stand in front of you, but that you know you love each other but can't be together. The furthest distance in the world is not being together when you know you love each other, but pretending that you are not in your heart when you can't resist this yearning. Is it that I can't resist this yearning, but I still pretend that I don't put you in my heart at all, but dig an insurmountable ditch for the people who love you with my indifferent heart?
"If I have never met you in this life"-Tagore, if I have never met you in this life, let me never forget it-also let me wake up with this sad pain in my dream. When I spend my days in the bustling cities of the world, with my daily profit in my hand, I always feel that I have got nothing-let me never forget that when I wake up from my dream, I will bear this sad pain in my dream. When I'm sitting on the side of the road, breathing wearily, when I spread my bedding in the dust, let me always remember that the road ahead is long-let me never forget that I woke up with this sad pain in my dream. When my home was decorated, the flute was playing and the laughter was so loud that I always felt that I didn't invite you-let me never forget it, and let me wake up with this sad pain in my dream.
Thoughts-[America] carl sandburg I think of beaches, fields, tears and laughter. I remembered the home I built-it was blown away by the wind again. I want to have a party, but every party is a farewell. I think of the stars running in loneliness, pairs of orioles, and the sunset disappearing in confusion and darkness. I want to cross the vast universe, go to the next planet, go to the last planet. I want to leave some tears and some laughter. Olympic bid translation
"Just love once"-Wang Guozhen, if you haven't met, maybe your heart will never be heavy. If you really miss it, I'm afraid life can't be relaxed. One look is enough to make your heart pass by the hurricane. A long journey on barren land is enough to make a weak heart haggard. Every time I look at autumn water, I want to cry to death. How can you not be calm and indifferent? As long as you love once, you have no regrets.
"First Love"-[Day] Shimazaki Tōson remembers the first meeting under the apple tree. Your dark hair has just been tied up and a carving comb is inserted obliquely on your head, which makes your face as beautiful as flowers and jade. You warmly stretched out your white hands and stuffed the apple into my arms. Slightly red autumn fruit, just like our budding love, I accidentally took a breath and landed gently on your sideburns. The cup of happy love is full of your sweetness and gentleness. There is a natural path in that apple tree forest, and he shyly asked me who I was.
My love-Dai Wangshu
I will tell you my love. My wife is a shy person. She is shy, with a peach face, peach lips and a blue heart. She has a pair of big black eyes, so she dare not stare at mine-no, because she is shy, and when I lean on her chest, you can say that her eyes have changed color, the color of sky blue and the color of her heart. She has a pair of delicate hands that will comfort me when I am worried. She has a clear and charming voice. Only gentleness and gentleness can melt my heart. She is a quiet girl. She knows how to love someone who loves her, but I can never tell you her name because she is a shy lover.
Well, we won't wander together-Byron Well, we won't wander together and spend this deep night, although this heart is still infatuated and the moonlight is still so bright. Because the sword can pierce the scabbard and the soul can pierce the chest, this heart has to stop breathing and love has to rest. Although night comes for love, it will soon be day, but in this moonlight world, we no longer roam together. 18 17.2. 18 was translated by Cha Liang Zheng.
Love Poems of Tea-Zhang Cuo [America] If I am boiled water and you are tea, then your fragrance must be dried up by my tasteless taste, spread gently on me, relax my infiltration and stretch your face. I must be hot, even boiling, to be compatible with each other. Before we decide to turn into a color, we must hide in the water and try to have a cup of tea. No matter how ups and downs you can't control, you will eventually fall slowly (oh, gently) and gather.
When you walk under my window-Shu Ting When you walk under my window, bless me, because the light is still on. The light is on-like a fishing fire drifting in the dark. You can imagine my cabin, like a boat driven by strong winds. But I didn't sink, because the light was still on. The light is on-when the curtain shows a shadow, it means that I am an old man without unrestrained gestures, and my back is more hunched than before. But it's not my heart that is aging, because the light is still on. The light is on-it answers greetings from all directions with such a hot relationship; The light is on-it's so arrogant and depressing. Oh, when did the lamp have a distinct personality? Ever since you got to know me. Because the light is still on, bless me when you walk under my window. ...
"Shanghai-Hangzhou Train"-Xu Zhimo is in a hurry! Come on, come on! A cigarette, a mountain, a few clouds, a piece of water, a bridge, a muffled sound, a piece of pine, a clump of bamboo, a piece of red leaves: colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, clear as a dream, vague and obscure-urge! Is it a wheel or time? Urging old Qiu, urging old age!
Hardy When I looked in the mirror and saw myself haggard, I said, I wish God would make my heart wither like this. At that time, people became cold to me, and I stopped worrying. I will be lonely and calm, waiting for eternal rest. Alas, time stole half of it, but left half of my heart beating at noon in the dusk shaken by time.
"The outer edge of the Buddha"-Zheng Chouyu, she came in and said: I can only stay in Haizi. When I get to my children, you can give me 108 acacia bones that are said to have sparked in my previous life, and string them into rosaries replaced by time with the heart lines of bodhi tree rings. This is my only invitation in my life. Sitting in a lonely cave, one yin and one yang, silently counting the rosary, my demons are hidden in the night. How do you know that my demons are laughing when I pick flowers? I'm afraid that every time I write 108 stupid words, you only need to stay for an hour, then the Buddhist relics have already merged into my viscera, soul and bodhi tree, and become one with my life. I can't see it, and neither can I. You just feel a cold kiss on your lips.
Waiting for you to call me gently-love is noisy, and you are the quietest and gentlest flower I have received recently. Just look at the lotus. I like watching you rise from the water with a blue oil umbrella. I gently threw a stone at the heart of the pool and your face turned red. A frightened waterfowl flew over the willow branches on the other side like a flame. If you come closer, you can hear water droplets rolling around in your palm. You are the quietest sunset cicada in the noisy lotus pond. I am still as silent as when you are alone in the lotus. I'm leaving, on the way, waiting for you to call me gently.
Singing withered violets-Shelley
This flower has lost its fragrance. It used to blow at me like your kiss. That bright color has faded and no longer shines on you, the only one! A shriveled dead body, at a loss, stayed in my desolate chest, tormenting this still-burning heart with a cold and silent rest. I cried, tears didn't bring it back to life! I sigh, no fragrance pounces on me! Alas, this silent fate is its own, but it suits me best.
Migration of Love and Pain —— Leng Yue's tears in the lonely and circuitous butterfly wind in your cool palm. Whose sorrow abandoned the distant North Pole in your habitat? Your indifference is suffocating. Frozen love can't keep piling up. Are some loves destined to deviate in the opposite direction and hurt their hearts? How can we calculate the distance between love and hate? Are you talking about endless efforts in the future? If love is only one in ten million, I am still willing to wait for you for centuries in reincarnation. If love is always so unhappy in reality, should I try to ignore the temperature between my fingers, wet the tears in my eyes, remember the aftertaste of love and drift away in bitterness? I will repair this helpless mess and then migrate in the wind with love and pain.
It's God's love ...-forefinger Is God's love a thirsty lip that only drinks deep red blood and crystal tears and forgets that there are two beating hearts in blood and tears? Is God's love a slender hand that only sticks to the heartstrings but forgets to have two painful hearts in trembling? God's love is a traceless wind that only pursues frivolous clouds in heaven and forgets that there are two heavy hearts in hell? Is God's love a heart boat that is forgotten by shaking the seal of the moon in the middle of the lake?
"This is everything"-Shu Ting Not all trees were broken by the storm; Not all seeds can't find the soil to take root; Not all true feelings are lost in the desert of people's hearts, and not all dreams are willing to be broken. No, not everything, just like you said! Not all flames only burn themselves without illuminating others; Not all the stars only indicate the night and don't report the dawn; Not all songs are ignored by ears. No, not everything is like you said! Not all appeals went unanswered; Not all losses can't be compensated; Not all abyss is doomed; Not all destruction covers the weak; Not all souls can step on the mud under their feet; Not all the consequences are tears and blood stains, not smiles. All the present breeds the future, and all the future grows in yesterday. Hope and fight for him, please put it all on your shoulders.
-hermann hesse [German] Every stage of life will wither like a flower. At every stage, life will call our hearts, ready to bid farewell to the past and start over, and bravely look for a new situation. We must leave our hometown, or we will be imprisoned for life. That's the way to keep saying goodbye.
"I'm not"-He Bochuan I'm not a tame pigeon, how can I bear your touch! I am a dripping cuckoo, let you think in your blood. I am not a charming flower, how can I be satisfied with your climbing! I am Zizyphus jujuba from Shan Ye, and I will teach you to grow fruit in poverty. I am not the happiness of guitar, how can I be happy with you! I am the thunder that explodes in winter, shaking your sleeping life. If you are not shallow, you will find me very painful. I am willing to wait for you patiently under the shackles of misunderstanding. . .
Ye Zhixiang's wind and sails are intertwined. It is to prove that this sentence is heartbreaking and the clouds are scattered. Maybe I'm worried about saying this quietly. Am I looking for every opportunity? I swear, in the autumn wind, the leaves and flowers in the sky will always love each other. I want to repeat this sentence a thousand times next year, but I dare not once, because the pure land paradise road is far from heaven and hell.
Listen carefully like this-Zvetayeva listens carefully like this, sniffing a small flower like an estuary and listening attentively to her source head image until her consciousness disappears. In this way, bottomless desires dissolve in the blue air. In this way, in the blue of the sheets, the children looked at distant memories. A lotus-like teenager like this, silently experiencing the hot spring of blood ... and falling in love with such love.
Do you believe in love? "-anonymous
The world disappears, I will love you in heaven; If you leave, I will love you with tears; If I leave, I will love you in the distance. If your heart dies, I will love you all my life. When the sun falls into the ancient well, I will know the gentleness of darkness. When I really miss you, I know that loving you is the most painful thing in my heart! But sadly, in real life, it often disappoints you and makes you cry; What you love most often won't choose you; What loves you most is often not your favorite; And the longest, it happened that it was not you who loved you the most, but the person who appeared at the most appropriate time.
"I'll never go home again"-Jimenez [Spain] I won't go home on a sunny night. Under the bright moon, the world has fallen asleep. My body was gone, and a cool breeze blew in from the open window and asked where my soul was. I wonder if anyone will remember me for a long time. Perhaps in tenderness and tears, someone will fondly recall my past, but there will be sighs and hopes of flowers and stars, laughter of lovers under dense trees in the street, and piano playing.
Night wind-I can hear the music of nature from the tips of small spring grass falling from the feathers of birds in Mu Qing. I was born in a canna or a small window by the water. Night wind made two paper-cut intimate gestures with elegant sign language, like a fish swimming in the depths of lotus leaves in the moonlight. I heard your guzheng whisper, on the lake or in the distant countryside. This voice made me relive the dream of Liu 'an and see the warm eyes of this pulse, like the fragrance of clover floating in the moonlight.
"One Hundred Years of Solitude"-Lin's heart belongs to you, but I borrowed it, but it became my demon. Who do you belong to? I happened to pass by, but I brought the ebb and flow because the heavy rain all the way once proved that you had been here. But when I closed my eyes and opened them, I only saw where there was a camel's back in the desert. Did not insist. A hundred years ago, you were not you. I'm not sad. My tears are fake. A hundred years later, there is no cause and effect. The wind belongs to the sky. I borrowed it.
"I don't know which direction the wind blows"-Xu Zhimo I don't know which direction the wind blows-I am dancing in the light waves of my dream. I don't know which direction the wind blows-I am in a dream, her tenderness, my intoxication. I don't know from which direction the wind is blowing-I am in a dream, and sweetness is the glory in my dream. I don't know from which direction the wind blows-I am in a dream, her ingratitude, my sadness. I don't know from which direction the wind is blowing-I am in a dream and my heart is broken in the sadness in my dream! I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-I'm in a dream, and darkness is the glory in my dream. —— Written in 1928, first published in New Moon, Volume I, Issue 1, March of the same year, signed by Zhimo.
"With hope"-[Spanish] Aleixandre Merlo, do you know anything about life? Do you want it to repeat? You are wandering in the same place. Sit down, don't always look back, but rush forward! Stand up and hold your chest out. This is life. The road of life; Is there only sweat on my forehead, thorns on my body, dusty servants and pain in my heart, but not love and morning? Go on, keep climbing, this is the peak at hand. Don't hesitate, stand up and stand up. How can you give up hope? Don't you think? There is a silent language in your ear. It has no pitch, but you must hear it. With the wind and fresh air, it shakes off your clothes, dries your sweaty forehead and cheeks, and wipes away the remaining tears on your face. In the evening when night falls, it combs your gray hair, so patiently and slowly. Stand up to meet the sunrise in the blue sky. The light of hope has risen on the horizon of Ran Ran. Take firm steps, find the right direction, rely on my support and make rapid progress.
Under the Moon-Fett [Russia] I walk with you, in the brilliance of the moon. My heart is drunk, in mysterious silence. The pond is like a shining mirror, the grass is sobbing endlessly, and the mills, rivers and distant places have been immersed in the brilliance of the moon. Can you be sad? Can't live? In this fascinating world. We walked quietly in the bright moonlight.
CAMBRIAN-Lin's story begins with a pair of glass shoes. At first, Cinderella didn't remember how beautiful the little prince was. It was not until the first bodhi grew in the Garden of Eden that we learned to be lonely. We strolled in Swan Lake, looking for the ending. Where's your little prince after stepping on glass shoes? Butterfly roses may still be in the CAMBRIAN hundreds of millions of years ago, and I am afraid it is too late to meet each other.
"That's not my paradise" —— Memories of The Pearl
That's not my paradise. If there is no affair there, heaven is not where I yearn. I yearn for the wind-I yearn for the wings of Dapeng. Dapeng swept the clouds for nine days under the wind, and went to Wan Li Road. I long for flowers, and I long for the graves of soldiers. Among the flowers in front of the tomb of the warrior, there is the strange fragrance of the chivalrous man. I long for snow-I long for cold places. Snowflakes falling in the cold bring endless spring. I long for the moon-I long for a girl's dream. The moon hanging on the edge of a girl's dream is an innocent peep of the mind. However, I don't yearn for heaven. If there is no affair there, heaven is not where I yearn.
Farewell to Cambridge-Xu Zhimo left me gently, just as I came gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willow by the river is the beautiful shadow of the bride in the sunset, rippling in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe River, I would like to be a pool under the shade of aquatic plants, not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky broken among floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream. Looking for dreams? Supporting a long pole, wandering to a greener place on the grass, loading a boat with starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight, but I can't sing, just a farewell flute quietly; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight! I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. -Written on June 6th 1928, 165438, first published on February 6th 1928, 10 "New Moon Monthly", signed by Xu Zhimo.
When you-rollo when you can't find a peaceful and quiet nature in your heart, it will only make you lonely. When you can't find strength in your heart, the mighty river that runs day and night can only pass by you in vain, like a mirror. Don't look for the bright life you long for from behind it in vain, just like a train going over mountains and mountains. Don't despair when you enter the tunnel. The exit is at the end of the tunnel and the train is moving forward.
Sara teasdale asked the starry night sky what I should give my lover. The night sky answered me in silence that God is lonely. I asked the dark sea, there were fishermen running around the sea, and the sea answered me with silence, and the lower bound was lonely. Oh, I can also give him tears, I can also give him sad songs, but how can I give him a lifetime of silence!
"Two days"-I only have two days, one is born and the other is dead. I only have two days, one is hope and the other is despair. I only have two days to fantasize about you and one day to miss me. I only have two days, one is passing by and the other is passing by. ...
Autumn-the night in the ancient city is stagnant time, and time is flowing night. You stopped at the door, turned around and gave me a brief glance. Is this parting? Will everything be forgotten? Just like the gorgeous autumn past, everywhere should be covered with cold snow. I cherish the fruit, but I am not afraid of this empty rejection. As long as the soul drinks blood, there will be no withered season in the future! The autumn wind shakes the stars, oh, it is the eternal writing of the sky; Yes, a glance is enough. I should thank you deeply.
Far away —— andrew wyeth spread his wings and flew so far that day. Even if love is still, let the memory flow. You carry your small bag, you walk into the distance that others can't reach, you look at the lilacs on the other side at the tuyere, and you pick up the ancient sadness in the field. I know that's the direction of your heart. If you have this fire in the snow, you will have a happy wandering, so I will keep the sunshine and winter wheat fields for a whole rainy season and gently play that shining day.
"Autumn Pond Alone"-Yang He's maple leaves fall for a day, which is even cooler. It's cold at midnight by meditation creek. Did not lose the desire to meditate. A clear pause solidified nine songs. Autumn has gone and no one is disappointed. It's hard to sing autumn pool alone. The calm water reflects the moonlight. A clear silhouette pulled my face very thin and long.
Wang Guozhen: A Wandering Clouds.
Love, don't be a prisoner. Don't ban the freedom of others for your own comfort. If you can't get the best, how can you enjoy it? It's a river that worries too much about autumn, a faint fog, a faint rain, and a faint cloud swimming leisurely.
It turned out to be for parting-Luo Bai originally arranged for us to meet in order to separate fate. I didn't expect to feel at home and feel heavy after leaving with a smile. There is a vague but profound feeling that when I kiss you, I tremble. Although I miss you, I can't describe your sad smile. There is a sincere but hazy feeling. If you ask me why I love you, I can't answer, but loving you makes my heart tremble deeply. I don't have to beg to be with you every day. I only hope that this sadness can be treasured for you after you.
It was foggy last night-how can Yin Ling make beautiful roses that don't dry so fast? When you start again and forget again, don't you know that if you don't start constantly, you can't complete the real return? A thousand open wings are like a pair of shoes. Last night, there was a waiting tree in the fog.
"One Man"-[Yihe Poetry Club] Sadness spreads all over your body and nerves like a street, and you can't tell things apart for a long time. No smile. People wonder if you are too depressed. Many temptations put me in the wrong position to talk to you. I feel like a clown. It's still night and winter, and your eyes are full of affection. What do you have in mind? Like a distant place, I send letters and feel uneasy all day. A gift from God! He made me choose the right time. At that time, you were kneeling on the ground, praying in a low voice that tears soaked the book like soybeans. From then on, I became gentle and out of control: with my back to the starlight, counting from one to one hundred, my heart began to be transparent and pure, making it easy for you to be an excuse to hang into your body carefully. Remember the grace of the world, thank you for your comfort when your blood vessels coagulate, face the bamboo forest alone, and wait for the loss of autumn. Learn to smile at the dust and hide it in the dark. Keep a secret and don't share it with others. Sometimes you are silent and say nothing. Sometimes you will climb the ruins of your hometown, smell the bodies of your comrades-in-arms and think of the prophet.
Meteor-Yu Tingna's meteor cuts through the sky, and it is the sword of the night god that splits the sky, indicating that only by completely forgetting the past can the soul be reborn. Meteor-the end of yesterday and the starting point of the future. Meteors fall into the sky, and gorgeous tassels burn the night sky. Just as good feelings are always accompanied by pain, they are the witness of love and the most splendid fireworks in life. Meteor-instant destruction, creating eternal beauty. A meteor across the sky is a string of lovers' tears, which is a promise written by vows of eternal love. Meteor-short happiness, fleeting love.
"Chrysanthemum"-the sudden night moves towards the stamen of chrysanthemum. Who sighs under the distant still stone? Someone is still standing in the wind. Did his eyes fall out? But I didn't give up recognizing the warm fragrance because of the darkness. I feel great in my heart. Whose eyes? I saw chrysanthemum's eyes!
Love Life-Wang Guozhen I don't want to think about whether I can succeed. Since you have chosen distance and convenience, you only care about suffering. I don't want to think about whether I can win love. Since you love roses, tell your heart bravely. I don't want to think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me. Since the goal is to leave the world horizon, I don't want to think about whether the future is flat or muddy. As long as you love life, everything is expected.
"Love is around"-[Germany] Goethe When the morning sun dyed the sea red, I thought of you; When the moonlight penetrates the flowing spring, I think of you again. Whenever dust rises on the distant road, I see you; In the middle of the night, when the wanderer was worried about going the wrong way, I also saw you. The waves are rough, and I hear your voice in the depths of the waves; When all is silent, I hear your voice in the quiet forest where I often listen to nature. I am by your side, even though you seem far away from me. You are so close to me! When the sun goes down, the stars will twinkle at me in an instant. Oh, if only you were there!