This is a critical moment.
I admire it because I am a porter.
The weather today is not very good.
Today is the day of work.
On the earth, on the earth,
I am a contemporary, and I am Helen.
A beautiful night.
The future Xilong.
Black advanced silhouette
Master has worked hard.
On the last point, I made a decision.
It takes a day.
March on the vast plain.
Oh, my god, oh, my god,
Let's get started,
I know, I don't know,
Pendant, using tulle,
My dream, my dream,
Similar laws
My August night.
Reference translation:
It's dusk.
I sat under the guard room, admiring
The afterglow of the day shines.
The last time of work.
In the fields bathed in the night,
I stared at a man in clothes.
An old man in rags, handfuls
Sow the future harvest.
His tall black figure,
Overlooking the deep cultivated land.
You can feel how much he believes.
Useful time flies.
He walked around the field alone,
Throw the seeds far away;
Open your hand and start over,
I, the dark bystander,
Gaze, when the noise is mixed,
The night lifted his veil,
It seems to have spread to stars,
The solemn gesture of the sower.
Vocabulary:
Twilight
Door: the gate
Gaze, stare, meditate
Hilong: m·m· Vegas
La Moisson: Harvest
Xilong: m.m. field, cultivated land
Contour: F.F. Contour, shadow, figure
Night of Sleepers in the Valley
Is this a green river?
Helen's vanilla
Dugent; Ole Sohler, De La Montagne Fiel,
Louis: This is a little custard.
A young soldier,
Beautiful in the fragile blue,
Dortmund; It's on the grass, beside us,
Pale sunlight shines on the earth.
Colorful? Oh, no. Souriant comme
The source of a child's disease and the end of a dream;
Nature is cold.
These perfumes are not emitted from a person;
He is not in the sun, in a major place.
Be quiet. Do you have two red ones? Television rights.
Reference translation:
This is a green valley,
The singing river hangs silver rags on the grass tips,
The sun shines on the proud hills,
This is a sunny empty valley.
A young soldier, with his mouth open and his head bare,
The neck is bathed in the new green of blue mustard,
He was lying on the grass, under the clouds,
I fell asleep pale on the big green bed full of sunshine.
He put his foot into the orchid and fell asleep.
Smiling like a lovely sick child, he is taking a nap;
Naturally, shake him with warm arms: he is cold.
The fragrance can no longer shake his nostrils;
He slept peacefully in the sun with his hands on his chest.
There are two red holes in the right rib.
Hello, Trish.
Hello, Trish.
Goodbye, Treaster.
Hello, Trish.
You carved it in the square.
You carved it in my eyes.
You don't know what's going on
Cars plus poor people
In terms of resources
Hello, Trish.
Love legion
The power of love
Don't be afraid.
A man without a team
tête désappinée
Tristesse beau's face
-paul Eluard's "Instant Life"
Chinese translation
Farewell, sadness
Hello, Trish.
You carved words in the gap in the ceiling.
You are engraved in the eyes of my lover.
You're not that miserable.
Because even the poorest people smile.
Trust you
You are so sad.
Warm and beautiful love.
The power of love
Your endless enthusiasm
Like a demon without blood and meat
A depressed face
A sad and charming face.
To Oak Tree (Sino-French Appreciation)
If I love you-
If I love you,
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off with your tall branches.
It won't bring me glory.
Just like jasmine can get very cold in winter;
If I love you-
If I love you,
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeating monotonous songs for the shade of trees
This is not a reporter.
A cup of hot drink
A monotonous melody,
Devant ton vert feuillage
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
You are my source.
A France? Hello.
I don't like my reputation,
Let's play another song "Euler's Sunshine and Spring".
No, I don't know.
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.
I want to have a cup of coffee.
What kind of clothes do you want to wear? tés，
For the sake of no racial discrimination on earth,
There is no hatred between us.
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 halberds,
We eat souffle together.
No one can understand our information.
Where are you going?
A glass of wine, a glass of wine,
Comme une lance
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We enjoy the fog, the rainbow,
As if we were separated forever,
But they depend on each other all their lives,
I use my red,
A cup of soup,
How are you? Goblet of fire.
We bravely face the cold, cold and cold,
We walked through Bloom, Brouillard and Ansel together.
As you said,
We strive for the future.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand and the land under your feet.
This is great love and absolute loyalty.
Love-
This is not a higher goal,
But I want to see your clothes again.
The earth is sleeping.