Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall to the ground with a sign.
There is a sign there.
2
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my heart.
three
The world puts off its mask of love Liao.
It becomes small, as small as one constant, as small as one kiss forever.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It is like a song, an eternal kiss.
four
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.
It is the tears of the earth that keep these flowers in bloom.
five
The boundless desert longs for the love of a blade of grass. She shook her head and flew away with a smile.
The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass.
Shook his head and flew away with a smile.
six
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
seven
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Would you like to take it with you
Que, are your feet full of sediment?
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing.
Water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness?
eight
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
nine
Once, we dreamed that everyone was a stranger.
When we wake up, we know that we love each other.
Once we dreamed that we were strangers.
We woke up and found that we were dear to each other.
10
Sorrow falls in my heart like the evening in the silent forest.
Sorrow is calm in my heart, like the night arrival on the earth.
Silent trees.
1 1
Some unseen hands, like an idle breeze, are playing on my heart.
Left music.
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing on my heart.
Rip's music ... The rest is all literature.
Ancient beautiful foreign poems forgot that we were on this charming river.
Once stood side by side with Zhan; And Wo, a
Here comes the man who has worshipped nature for a long time.
Investment is undiminished: nothing more than saying that you are pregnant.
A cavity more passionate love-ah! More sincere enthusiasm,
More sacred love. You won't forget,
After years of wandering around the world, a long time
Separation, these towering forests and steep cliffs,
Zhelv pastoral style
Beautiful foreign poems 5 points wild roses
Goethe (Germany)
The teenager saw a rose,
Wild roses,
Such a charming is gentle, lovely and bright.
Rush forward,
I'm glad to see Fred.
Rose, rose, red rose,
Little rose in the wilderness.
The boy said, "I'll pick you up."
Little rose in the wilderness! "
Ross said, "I'm going to stab you,
You will never forget it.
I don't think you picked Yuan. "
Rose, rose, red rose,
Little rose in the wilderness.
Savage teenagers went to find her,
Wild roses;
The rose pricked him,
She held back her tears in vain,
Or Zhao Wuji?
Selected foreign poems: paul celan's poems 10.
1. Fog angle
Hide your mouth in the mirror,
Bow to the pillar of self-esteem,
Grab the bar of the cage:
Dedicate yourself to the darkness,
Say my name and give me to him.
2. Transparent
Don't put Zhao's mouth on my lips.
Don't wait for strangers in front of the door
Don't look for tears in your eyes too early.
Seven nights is higher, and red is red.
Seven heart is Shen, stretched out his hand and knocked at the door.
Seven roses are even later, and the night splashes with spring and water.
3. "You are"
You are my death.
You, I can take it.
When I lose everything here
4. In the river
In the future of the north,
I cast this net, and you are hesitant and heavy.
Shadows written by stones
5. I can still see you
I can still see you: a response
Among the tentacles of insects that can find their way.
Words, in a separate ridge.
Your face is scared.
suddenly
There is a lamp that shines like a lamp.
Rong pulled me, and I got on a bump.
Then Li said with a sore mouth, never.
6. Pale voice
Pale voice, stripping Wu's words from the depths, nothingness
They use the same name.
You can fall, you can fly.
A world of painful gains
you can
You can rush confidently.
Treat me with snow:
Whenever I stand side by side with mulberry trees
Slowly through the summer season,
Its most tender leaves
Scream.
8. the eyes of time
This is the eye of time:
It leers at Hui.
From the colorful eyebrows.
Its eyelids are cleaned by flames,
Its tears are steaming.
Towards it, the headstrong planetesimals fly.
And melt on that more bur red eyelashes:
The world is getting hotter and hotter,
Well, the dead have sprouted and blossomed.
9. upright
Jen, in Scar.
In the shadow, in the air.
Stand, not for anything or anyone.
Unrecognizable,
Just for you.
Everything with a hiding place,
I don't need it either
Language.
10. Death
Death is a flower that blooms only once.
It blooms like this, unlike itself.
It is open, and it can be opened whenever it is easy, but it is not opened in time.
Here it comes, a big butterfly.
Decorate slender reed stems
Let me be a reed stem, strong enough for it to like.
Selected poems of Ye Zhi
1. Inniss Feili Island in the middle of the lake.
I'm going to get up, Shen. I'm going to Liao country and innis island.
Build a hut there, weave branches into Qiang and paste them with mud;
I want to keep a box of bees and grow nine rows of beans.
Living alone in the buzzing forest grass.
Peace will come to me there, and peace will slowly drip down.
Slip from the veil in the morning to the place where crickets sing;
It shimmers in the middle of the night and turns purple at noon.
Evening is full of cardinals' wings.
I have to get up and leave, because I go to Chao from morning till night.
I heard the lake lapping against the shore;
Whether I stand on the street or on the gray street,
Always listen to Germany. It calls the depths of my heart.
2. When you are old
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Zhai dozed off in front of the stove, please write this poem,
Back slowly, dreaming of your eyes.
Soft light and faint shadows;
How many people have loved your beauty with sincerity and hypocrisy,
Loved you, happy, uh, charming youth,
Only one person loves you, pilgrim sin,
Love the sadness on your face.
When you lean over the burning road,
You will speak softly, with a hint of sadness:
The lost Ai has now set foot on the mountain.
Bury its blushing face in the Mimi cluster.
3. Swan in Cole Manor
The tree is covered with beautiful autumn clothes.
The path in the forest is very dry,
October dusk, flowing water
Shining on the quiet sky,
There are ripples on the stone,
Tour the Nineteen Swan in Wu.
Since my first head count,
Nineteen degrees of autumn has passed,
Before I could count again, I was seen by Nine.
They all started flying at once.
Flapping their wings loudly,
Form a big, broken Yuan Circle and soar into the sky.
I stared at these dazzling swans,
At the moment, I feel a surge of sadness.
Everything has changed, since the first time by the river,
It's also dusk,
I heard swans flapping their wings on my head.
So the pace is more agile.
Not tired, lovers,
In the cold and friendly river
Forward or spread your wings and fly into the air,
Their hearts are still young,
No matter where they drift, Ta
There's always ... Yu Xia.
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A Short and Beautiful Poetry Night in Foreign Countries
Ye Saining
The river is asleep,
The dark pine forest lost its noise.
The nightingale's song is silent,
Long-legged Yang chicken no longer cries happily.
When night comes, everything is quiet.
I can only hear the stream singing softly.
The moon shines on the earth.
Silver everything around you.
Dahe yinxingwan store,
Silver waves overflow slightly in the stream.
Drowning the grass on the leaves,
Still shining with silver light.
When night comes, it is everywhere.
Turgenev (Russia), Complete Works of Foreign Modern Poetry, Twilight in Springfield.
Golden clouds
Flying on the still earth;
Vast and silent fields,
Shining with the light of dew;
The stream rolled in the shadow of the canyon—
In spring, thunder rings in distant places.
A lazy breeze is among the leaves of poplars.
Incite with bound wings.
The tall Woods were silent and motionless,
The dark forest of green Se is ringing in silence and desolation.
Only from time to time, in the deep shadow,
A sleepless leaf rustles in the sand.
Stars, Venus of beautiful love,
Shining in flames at sunset,
How bright and sacred my heart is,
As light as Shi Daiyi's childhood.
(Easy 1843)
Note: This poem was written by Russian composer Rubinstein in 1848.
Qu. (translated by Ge Baoquan)
2. Frost's Spring Prayer (USA)
Ah, Qing gave us the joy of today's gathering;
Please don't make us think too much, Yuan.
Like those who have uncertain income; ; Let's stay.
Here, in the most vibrant spring of the year.
Oh, please give us joy in the white orchard.
Unlike me during the day, just like your spirit at night;
Let's be happy among the happy bees,
When bees gather around the perfect tree and swell.
Let's be happy among the flying birds.
Suddenly came their voice above the bee colony,
With a beak like a needle tip, a meteor squeezed in.
Rush through a quiet flower in midair.
Because this is love, nothing else,
Love is reserved for God, Yin Wei loves.
He can deify himself at will,
But this love needs us to practice.
3. Hopkins University (UK) Spring
Nothing is better than spring-
The swaying grass makes you tall, beautiful and lush;
Thrush eggs are like low altitude, and thrush sounds.
Through the echoing trees, the ears are washed,
Listening to it sing, it feels like lightning bombardment;
The flowers and leaves of pear trees are bright and clear.
Brush the drooping blue sky; Blue is really passionate,
Really rich; Lambs can't help running and playing.
What is this joy that Xie moistens my heart?
Is the essence of the earth at the beginning of Eden—
Before it becomes boring or gloomy.
Sour with sin. In the presence of the son of the virgin Mary,
Win the innocent hearts of young people,
You have many choices, and it's worth choosing, Lord Christ.
(translated by Huang Gao)
4. Spring Day -GEI Dear Mika Fofanov
Spring is as hot as gold.
The whole city is sunny and clean!
I am me again: I am young again!
I am full of joy and love again.
The heart is singing, eager to run to the ridge.
I treat everyone with "you" ...
How vast! How free!
What a beautiful song! What beautiful flowers!
The most luxurious is riding a carriage and bumping at will!
It is best to walk on the green grass!
Look at the rosy face of the peasant woman.
Embrace your enemies like friends!
Noisy bar, your broad-leaved forest in spring!
Long grass! The flowers are blooming, lilacs!
There are no sinners among us: everyone is right.
How can such a beautiful day not be like this!
19 1 1 apr.
5. Saba (Italy) "Spring"
I don't like spring,
I, Duo, want to tell you.
The first ray of sunshine in spring
Turn the corner of the street,
Hurt me like a sword.
Bare branches
On the bare land
A vague shadow
Makes me upset,
It seems possible for me.
should
Get regeneration.
Your arrival
Let zai's grave look unsafe.
Ancient spring
You are more cruel than any season.
Because of you, everything came back to life.
Destroyed because of you.
6. Another Spring by Bertrand (France)
All thoughts and desires disturbed Ren's heart.
Du Shi is a slave to love.
-Coleridge (1)
It's another spring-another drop of dew will roll in my bitter cup and then escape like a tear!
Oh, I ... the rest is all.
Famous foreign poems are Chen in winter.
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 of North Germany,
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 a pale spot in the night sky.
Well, you're just sitting around, bored-
But Xi 'an is ... Ah, please look out the window:
Under the blue sky, it looks like a tapestry.
Brilliant Di spread on Yuan Ye.
A large area of snow shines with sunshine,
Only the transparent Woods are darkening.
And the branches of fir trees pass through the white double
Radiant green: the river in the east 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, you are Fou. You should ask Ren to come earlier.
Brown horse on the sleigh!
Dear friends, take a trip to A Qing.
We slipped past Xue in the morning.
Let Li's horse run,
Let's visit the clearing.
Soon, with the lush forest of money,
That river bank is too good for me.
1829
Translated by Cha Liang Zheng.
Appreciation of Cao Shuhou's Pushkin1Guo, a great Russian poet in the 9th century. His poems are diverse in form, rich in rhythm, beautiful, delicate, light and clear in style.
narcissus
Wordsworth (English 1770—— 1850)
I roam alone! It's like crossing a valley.
A cloud you drift across,
Suddenly, I raised my eyes and saw Yi Cong.
Golden daffodils, colorful and dense;
By the lake, in the shade,
The load swayed with the wind and danced.
A continuous and dense dot like a star
Shining up and down the galaxy,
This daffodil, along the lake bay.
Form an endless line;
At first glance, I caught a glimpse of thousands of plants.
Shake the corolla and dance.
The ripples on the lake also rise with the wind, Wu,
Daffodils are happier than leftists; ;
With such a happy partner,
How can a poet not feel relaxed and happy!
I stared at it for a long time, but I never thought of it.
What a rare opportunity this beautiful scenery has given me.
Since then, whenever I lie on the sofa,
Or depressed, or overwhelmed,
Narcissus, it flashed in my mind-
Lonely time is my paradise;
My heart will be with Qing Yang Yi,
Dancing with daffodils.
(Translated by Yang Deyu)
Appreciation of Cao Shuhou's The Old Man: Wordsworth Shi is the main representative of romantic poetry of British Huxiang poets. His poems are full of emotion and plain language. This narcissus is easy to understand, but full of poetry.
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A stout plum tree
(Su 1895—— 1925)
A stout plum tree,
Open it with a spring,
Golden branches,
Grow like a roll of hair.
Mannan Zhu,
Dropping down the bark;
Leaving a green trace of spices,
Shining silver.
Satin spike
Shining in the dew,
Like bright earrings,
Put it on a pretty girl's ear.
Where the residual snow melts,
On the root of the tree near Cao,
A silver stream,
Happy flow all the way.
The stout plum tree stretches its branches,
Keywords divergence, infatuation, benevolence, virtue and fragrance,
Golden green sign,
Reflecting sunlight.
The stream set off waves of broken yuhua,
Splashed on the branches of the thick plum tree,
And played the Qin string under the cliff,
Eulogize deeply for her.
19 15
(Translated by Liu Zhanqiu and Ru Xiangxue)
Appreciation of the thickness of Lao Cao Renshu: a famous Soviet poet. His poems mainly describe the natural scenery in the countryside and have strong appeal.
The tree by the window.
Frost (USA 1874—— 1963)
The tree by my window, the tree by my window,
As night falls, my window is closed;
But I never closed Shang's 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 have seen crazy Feng shake 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,
Take the two of us ... the rest.
Beautiful foreign poem, dragon, thank you. If it's good, adopt it. when you are old
When you are old Liao, white-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 really love your beauty with hypocrisy,
Love your happy and charming youth,
Only one person loves your pilgrim heart,
Love the sadness on your face.
When you lean over the burning fireplace,
Ni will gently tell, with a hint of sadness:
Lost in love, now it's easy to go up the mountain step by step,
Bury its swallow in a dense cluster.
3. Swan in Kezhuang Garden
The trees are covered with Liao's beautiful autumn clothes.
The path in the forest is very dry,
October dusk, flowing water
Reflect the quiet sky,
There are ripples on the stone,
Fifty-nine swans are swimming.
Ever since I first relieved them,
Nineteen degrees of autumn has passed,
I saw it before I could count it again.
They all flew at once.
Flapping their wings loudly,
Form a big and broken circle to fly.
I stared at these dazzling swans,
At the moment, Xin felt a surge of grief.
Everything has changed, since the first time by the river,
Hazy is also dusk.
I heard swans flapping their wings on my head.
So the pace is more agile.
Not tired, lovers,
In the cold river of Hao, a friend.
Forward or spread your wings and fly into the air,
Their hearts are still young,
Wherever they drift, they
There is always * * *, and you can win love.
Now they are swimming on the calm water.
Mysterious, beautiful and moving,
But one day I woke up and they had already flown away.
Oh, in which reeds will they be built,
Which pool, which lake,
Is it pleasing to the eye?
4. The return of Du Ji.
Rotating on an outwardly expanding rotating body,
Falcons can no longer hear their master's call.
Everything is scattered, and the center can no longer be maintained.
There was chaos in Chu,
The tide of bloody chaos is surging,
Tao drowns out pure etiquette;
Excellent people lose confidence,
The bad guys are full of fiery fanaticism.
There is no doubt that God's revelation is coming.
There is no doubt that Christ will come back.
The return of Christ! These words haven't been said yet,
Yan was stabbed by a monster and has a great memory since then:
In the desert, the shape of the head and the lion's body,
Cold as the sun, affectionate as the left,
Move your leg slowly around it,
Fei Xuan, an angry bird in the shadow of the desert.
Darkness came again, and now I understand.
Chen Chen's 200-year slump,
Had an annoying nightmare in the rotating cradle,
What kind of crazy beast, finally wait until the time,
Lazily pour a holy land to the charm?
5. Rita and Swan
Sudden attack: on the tottering girl,
A pair of huge wings are still flapping, a pair of black webbed,
Touch her thigh, the goose beak holds her neck,
His chest clings to hers.
Fingers, in a daze, how can I have the ability?
Push Bai Rong away from his loose legs?
Body, overturned on the snow-white lamp Xin grass,
I only feel that strange jump!
My waist and thighs trembled. It came out.
Broken walls, the podium is full of smoke and flames.
And Si of Agamemnon.
When she was possessed.
The local area was conquered by the blood in the sky.
Until the cold mouth let her go,
Did she gain his strength and knowledge?
6. Bai Niao
Dear, I hope we are a white bird on the waves!
The meteor is not dead yet, and we are tired of Tade's shining;
The sky is low, and the light of the blue star flashes in the morning light.
Huan woke up in our hearts, an immortal sadness.
A little drowsiness escapes from lily and rose dreams wet with dew;
Oh, dear, Ke, don't dream of the shining of meteors.
Don't dream that the light of the blue star lingers in the dew;
I hope we can be Bai Niao on the waves: me and you!
I am troubled by countless islands and Dannan Lake.
Where time will forget us and sorrow will no longer come;
Will soon be far away from the erosion of rose and lily starlight.
As long as we are Bai Niao, love each other and hang out in the waves!
7. Indians like songs
In the morning light, the island slept soundly,
The huge branches of De are dripping with silence;
Peacocks dance on the smooth lawn,
A parrot swayed on the branch,
Shen yelled at the sea shadow in the mirror.
We're going to anchor a lonely ship here,
Wandering arm in arm forever,
Whispers from lips to lips,
Along the grass, along the sand dunes,
Tell how far the restless land is:
In the secular world, only the two of us are hiding far away under a quiet tree.
Our love has grown into ... Yu Xia.
Does anyone know Shakespeare's foreign classic poems?
But why don't you use a stronger method?
Go to war with this bloody tyrant, when?
Consolidate yourself in decline.
Happier than my barren sin?
Now let you stand at the top of the happy time,
And many girls' gardens, but not set up,
With good wishes, I will bloom your flowers,
More like a fake than your painting:
So should the lifeline of life repair.
Is it a pencil or my student pen this time,
Whether it is intrinsic value or external fairness.
Can make you live yourself in the eyes of men.
Give up yourself and keep yourself still,
You must live and be attracted by your own sweet skills.
But why not use Geng's fierce method?
To resist this damn devil's time?
There is no more auspicious weapon than my dead pen,
To protect themselves from decay and strengthen themselves?
You are now at the peak of the golden age,
Many girls' gardens are not sown,
Zhen sincerely looks forward to your gorgeous group,
More vivid than your portrait:
Only when Ming Can was born, the line of life and knowledge was redrawn;
The brush of time, or my fragile tube,
Whether it is inner beauty or appearance,
I can't let you live in front of people.
Give yourself, but still be yourself,
You live a wonderful life.
I am her, and she is me. I am her. She is me.
We are one, we are free, we are one, we are free.
If someone calls me, if someone calls me.
She is the one. She is the one.
If someone calls me, if someone calls me.
She's the one. It must be her.
We are young, we are wrong, we are young, and we have done something wrong.
We've always been fine. We've always been fine.
If someone calls me.
She is the one. She is the one.
When you get where you want to go, go where you want to go.
You know what you want to know, you know what you want to know about the straight.
You're smiling, and you'll have a good laugh.
When you say what you want to say, when you say what you want to say.
You know the way you want to play and do things the way you like.
You'll fly high, you'll ... the rest is all literature.
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