If life deceives you,
Don't be sad, don't be impatient!
Melancholy days need peace;
Believe it, happy days will come.
The heart always yearns for the future;
I am often depressed now.
Everything is instantaneous,
Everything will pass;
A thing of the past,
It will be a wonderful memory.
Bing Xin's Paper Boat
I never throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-save it.
Fold into a boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still don't give up and fold every day.
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan, please carry her love.
And sadness.
Answer person added? 2009-09-23 15:29
The furthest distance in the world
The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you
But you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing in front of you
But you don't know that I love you.
But obsessed with love
But you can't say I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I love you
I miss you so much.
But it can only be buried deep in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I miss you.
But love each other.
But we can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world
Do not love each other
But not together.
But obviously can't resist the smell.
But you must pretend that you don't care.
The furthest distance in the world,
It's not that you can't resist the smell.
But you must pretend that you don't care.
But there is a cold heart
Between you and the people who love you.
Dig an impassable ditch
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between trees.
But branches that grow from the same root.
But can't depend on each other in the wind
The furthest distance in the world
It is not that branches cannot depend on each other.
But the stars look at each other.
But there are no intersecting trajectories.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the trajectory between stars.
But even if the tracks intersect,
But in a flash, there was nowhere to find it.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that the moment is nowhere to be found.
But we haven't met yet.
It is doomed to be impossible to come together.
The furthest distance in the world
Is the distance between fish and birds.
One in the sky
One dived into the deep sea.
Answer person added? When we were apart {Byron, England}
When we were apart,
Silence and tears,
My heart is broken with grief-
A few years later;
Your face is pale and cold,
Your kiss is cold and cold;
It was really at that time,
It indicates today's sadness and hatred!
Dew at dawn that day
Cold condensation on my forehead,
Let me know in advance.
How I feel now.
You abandoned all your former allies,
You'll lose your reputation-
When someone mentions your name,
Even I feel shy.
When I interviewed you-
Sounds like a death knell;
I feel shivering all over-
How can I fall in love with you?
I know you too well-
But people don't know:
You have given me endless resentment,
It's too deep to tell.
We have a secret date,
Now I silently sad:
Your heart can forget,
Your soul deceived you.
After years of separation,
If you and I meet again,
What should I use to greet you? -
Silent and tearful
Jephthah's daughter (1)
byron
Father, motherland and God.
Since I want my daughter dead,
Desire can buy victory-
Then pierce this bare chest and let me die.
My sorrow has subsided,
Shan Ai couldn't find me,
You sent me there yourself,
This is a painless separation.
Father, please believe me,
The blood on the baby is pure,
When I pray for happiness,
Like my dying thoughts.
Salem girls don't cry,
I win for you;
Soldiers and heroes don't beg,
Father and motherland are free!
The game writing protocol you gave me has been leaked,
Your beloved voice is dumb.
I hope I can be your pride,
Never forget my dying smile.
Answer person added? 2009-09-23 15:3 1
She walks in the beautiful light/translated by Byron/Chad Liang Zheng.
She walked in the beautiful light, like a cloudless night full of stars; The most beautiful colors of light and shade are presented in her appearance and eyes: the dazzling daytime is just too strong, it is softer and darker than that kind of light.
Increasing or decreasing part of the light and shade will damage this unspeakable beauty. Beauty fluctuates in her black hair, or gives off a faint luster. On that face, quiet thoughts show that it is pure and precious.
Oh, that forehead, that bright cheek, so gentle, calm, affectionate, that charming smile, that radiant face all show a kind life: her heart is satisfied with everything in the world, and her heart is full of true love!
Answer person added? Ode to the west wind [Shelley]
1
Oh, the wild west wind, the breath of autumn life!
You are invisible, but the dead leaves are swept away by you.
It's like a ghost meets a wizard and has to escape:
Yellow, black, gray, red as tuberculosis,
Ah, a group of people who are seriously infected with the epidemic: Xifeng, it's you.
Drive the wing seeds.
On the bed in the dark winter, they just lie there,
Like a dead hole in the grave, cold, hidden and humble,
Wait until spring, when your beautiful sister blows.
Her trumpet resounded through the sleeping earth,
(Call out buds and feed in the air like sheep)
Let the mountains and plains be full of color and fragrance.
Free spirit, you travel everywhere;
Destroyer and Protector: Listen, you listen!
2
When the sky is in chaos,
Clouds are torn like dead leaves of the earth.
Branches intertwined with the sky and the sea.
Be the messenger of rain and electricity: they will fall.
On the blue waves of your solemn breath,
Like a crazy girl's fluttering hair flashing,
From the distant and blurred edge of the sky
Straight to the sky, swaying everywhere.
Curly hair wants a thunderstorm, for a dying year.
You sang Corona Herr and this dense night.
Will be the dome of a huge tomb,
With the cohesion of your strength;
That's your breath, and it will explode from it.
Black Rain, Hail and Flame: Oh, listen!
three
It's you, you awakened the blue Mediterranean,
It's been sleeping all summer,
Hypnotized by the clear water,
On the pumice island in Baya Bay,
It dreamed of ancient palaces and pavilions.
Shaking in the waves reflected in the water sky,
They are all covered with moss and flowers.
What a charming smell! Oh, here you are.
Make way for the turbulent waves in the Atlantic Ocean.
Split yourself into two sides, but fall into the abyss.
Flowers and plants in the ocean and muddy forests
Although the branches and leaves are sparse, there is no energy;
Hearing your voice, they turned blue with fear:
Trembling and automatically contracting at the same time: Oh, listen!
four
Hey, if I am a dead leaf and you let me float,
If I were a cloud, I could fly with you.
It's a wave, breathe with your strength,
If I have your pulse, it doesn't matter.
You are too free, oh, an uncontrollable life!
If I could dance like Feng Ling when I was a teenager.
I will be your partner and swim in the sky.
Because, at that time, if I wanted to chase you to the sky,
I wouldn't be like this.
So eager to pray with you.
Oh, lift me up like waves, leaves and clouds!
I fell on the thorns of life, I was bleeding!
This kind of life is suppressed by the heavy shackles of years.
I am like you: proud, agile and unruly.
five
Think of me as your harp, like a forest;
Although my leaves have fallen, what does it matter!
Music inspired by your huge ensemble
Will be dyed by the Woods and my late autumn:
Although sad and sweet. Oh, I hope you can give it to me.
Violent spirit! Brave, let us become one!
Please blow my dead thoughts to the world,
Let it give birth to new life like dead leaves!
Oh, please listen to this incantation poem.
Just take my words, like ashes and sparks.
Spread from the still burning fire to the world!
Let the horn of prophecy pass through my lips
Wake up the sleeping earth! If it's winter
It has come, west wind, can spring be far behind?
Answer person added? When you are old [Ye Zhi]
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap in front of the stove, please take down this poem.
Back slowly, dreaming of your eyes.
Soft light and faint shadows;
How many people have loved your beauty with sincerity and hypocrisy,
Love your happy and charming youth,
Only one person loves your pilgrim heart,
Love the sadness on your aging face;
When you lean over the burning fireplace,
You will speak softly, with a hint of sadness:
The lost love has now set foot on the mountain.
Hide its face in a dense cluster of stars.