About English short poems 1
Jia Dao's Snowy Night
Leaning on a stick, looking at the sunny snow, the clouds are heavy.
The firewood man returned to the White House, and it was freezing cold.
Wildfire burns grass, and broken smoke gives birth to lycopodium.
But I went back to Shanxi Road and heard the bell at dusk.
Looking at the sunny snow at dusk
Dao Jia
I leaned on crutches and looked at the sunny scene after the snow.
Clouds above the stream accumulate infinitely.
A woodcutter returned to his snow-white residence,
The cold sun sets from the steep mountain peak.
Wildfire burns on the grass ridge,
Broken columns on pine trees and stones.
Just about to return to the mountain temple,
There came the bell of dusk in heaven.
About English short poems II
A short message to the absent Jia Dao.
When I asked your students under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs."
However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .
Looking for a hermit failed.
Dao Jia
Under the pine tree, I asked the boy,
He said that the master had gone out to collect herbs.
Somewhere in this mountain,
But the thick clouds make me wonder where it is.
About English short poems 3
Jia Dao's Li Ning's Seclusion
Living leisurely here, few neighbors come, and the overgrown path leads to the wilderness.
Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door.
Walking across this bridge, you can see the charming scenery of Ye Yuan, and the feet of clouds seem to be moving on the floating rocks.
I will leave here for a while, but I will come back and retire with my friends on the appointed date.
On Li Ning's Seclusion
Dao Jia
Living in seclusion with few neighbors,
A path overgrown with weeds leads to a garden in ruins.
Birds perched on the trees by the pond.
In the moonlight, a monk knocked at the door.
The scenery across the bridge is rural,
Moving stones shake the roots of clouds.
Leave for a while and come back,
A promise that never goes back on our word.
About English Short Poems 4
Swordsman Jia Dao
After ten years' hard work, I have grinded out a sword. The edge of the sword flashes in cold light, but I haven't tried its sharpness.
Now take it out and show it to you. Whoever is wronged may as well tell me the truth.
Jian * * * An
Zhaishima
Sharpen a sword in ten years,
Its cold edge has yet to be tested.
Today I show you this sword,
Does anyone feel wronged?