I left quietly, 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 bride in the sunset;
Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant!
The pool under the shade of the elm tree is not a clear spring.
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute;
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.
Chapter 2
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
People who look at the scenery look at you on the bridge.
The bright moon decorated your window.
You decorated other people's dreams.
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Afternoon sun
Light a dim heart
The flame of happiness
Spread to the green corridor
Fragrant language fragrance
The melancholy that shook the earth
A budding hope
Singing on a passionate branch
Hold comfortable notes.
Read the direction of loneliness
Sort out the thoughts of winter.
Into an ocean of love
Intoxicated by the northland wind.
Wash away the sorrow of the world of mortals
A handful of blue seawater.
Drink a cup of green spring.
Draw with a pen
Let me stir up the poetry.
Weave a dream with your heart
Let me compose music in the waves.
Light a dim heart
The flame of happiness
Spread to the green corridor
Fragrant language fragrance
The melancholy that shook the earth
A budding hope
Singing on a passionate branch
Hold comfortable notes.
Read the direction of loneliness
Sort out the thoughts of winter.
Into an ocean of love
Intoxicated by the northland wind.
Wash away the sorrow of the world of mortals
A handful of blue seawater.
Drink a cup of green spring.
Draw with a pen
Let me stir up the poetry.
Weave a dream with your heart
Let me compose music in the waves.
1 winter morning
Pushkin (Russia 1799- 1837)
Frost and sunshine, what a beautiful day!
Charming friend, but you are sleeping.
It's time, beauty, wake up!
Open your sleepy eyes closed by happiness.
Please come out, as the morning star in the north,
Come and meet the goddess of the morning glow in the north!
Last night, you remember, the snow was spinning,
The sinister sky is shrouded in darkness.
The yellow moon behind the dark clouds
Like pale spots in the night sky.
You sit there, bored-
But now ... Ah, please look out the window:
Under the blue sky, it looks like a tapestry.
Spread brilliantly on the Yuan Ye.
A large area of snow shines with sunshine,
Only the transparent Woods are darkening.
And fir branches through the frost.
Radiant green: the frozen river is bright.
Amber lit up the whole room.
It's shining. In a new fire
Make a pleasant crackling sound.
It's really beautiful to lie in bed and daydream at this time.
However, should you call someone earlier?
Put the brown horse on the sleigh!
Dear friends, have a nice trip.
Let's slide through the early morning snow.
Let that fierce horse run,
Let's visit the clearing.
The forest that grew not long ago,
That river bank is too good for me.
Two stout plum trees
(Su 1895—— 1925)
A stout plum tree,
Open it with a spring,
Golden branches,
Grow like curly hair.
Sweet dew,
Dropping down the bark;
Leaving a green trace of spices,
Shining silver.
Satin nail
Shining in the dew,
Like bright earrings,
Put it on a pretty girl's ear.
Where the residual snow melts,
On the grass near the roots,
A silver stream,
Happy flow all the way.
The stout plum tree stretches its branches,
Give off a charming fragrance,
Golden green sign,
Reflecting sunlight.
The stream makes waves of broken jade,
Splashed on the branches of the thick plum tree,
Playing the strings under the cliff,
Sing for her affectionately.
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The tree by the window.
Frost (USA 1874—— 1963)
The tree by my window, the tree by my window,
When night falls, I close the window;
But don't draw the curtains,
So as not to separate you from me.
You are a hazy dream shadow rising on the ground,
You are as erratic as a cloud,
Everything you preach loudly with your light tongue,
Not everything makes sense.
But tree, I saw the wind shaking you.
If you catch a glimpse of me sleeping in this room,
You'll see that I'm being stirred violently,
Almost swept by the storm.
The fate of that day is due to its playfulness,
Linking the two of us together:
You are influenced by the external climate,
And I am the inner wind and rain.