2. The English poem Forever Autumn is about autumn. The autumn season begins at a crossroads. In a quiet small hotel near the stove, when the sun sets, the night becomes a secret between you and the rain. They will remain the same, and time will come soon. With the secret of rain, the storm is getting closer every day. Autumn season begins forever. After the bell rings and weeping willows, the edge of time ripples, but the night becomes the secret of you and rain. They will remain the same, and time will come soon. With the secret of rain, the storm is approaching day by day, and it will be autumn to autumn in john keats J. Bend the mossy cottage with apples to make all the fruits fully mature; Make the gourd swell, make the hazelnut shell full and have a sweet core; Flowers bloom more and more late for bees until they think that the warm days will never stop, because summer has flooded their wet and cold cells. Who doesn't often see you in your shop? Sometimes, no matter who looks for it, you will find that you are sitting on the floor of the granary carelessly, and your hair is a little messy by the winnowing wind; Or sleep soundly in the half-harvested furrow, smoked by the aroma of poppies, and your hook spared the next harvested crop and all the tangled flowers. Sometimes, like a gleaner, you keep a steady load head across the stream; Or next to cyder-press, you watch patiently, observing the last seepage hour after hour. Where are the songs of spring? Well, where are they? Don't think about them, you also have your music. When the striped clouds are in full bloom and dying, they touch the stubble with rose color; Then in the noisy choir, little gnats mourn in the sallow of the river, and they rise or fall with the birth and death of the breeze; The loud bleating of adult lambs came from the hilly area; Hedge crickets sing; Now form a garden with a soft red chest whistle; Gathering in skills devoured Twitter. About the author: Keats,19th century English romantic poet.
The first novel "Oh, Loneliness" was published in 18 16, and the long poem "Adimian" was published in 18 18, which was valued and encouraged by famous poets Byron and Shelley. He created a large number of famous works, such as the long poem Isabella and lyric poems Ode to an Ancient Greek Urn, Ode to a Nightingale and Ode to Autumn, which established his lofty position in the history of English literature.
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3. Ask for an English article about maple leaf, which is the characteristic leaf of maple. It is also the most well-known national symbol of Canada. At the beginning of the 18th century, the population of settlements in New France reached 18000. It was also at this time that the maple leaf was regarded as a symbol by French Canadians along the St. Lawrence River. In 1834, the maple leaf became one of many symbols proposed to represent the association, which further strengthened its popularity among French Canadians. Jacques Vig, the first mayor of Montreal, said in his defense of Maple that Maple is "the king of our forest; .
A symbol of the Canadian people. Canada's royal flag has three maple leaves as part of the design. The flag of Canada has a stylized maple leaf in the center. The maple leaf gradually became a national symbol: in 1868, it was included in the coat of arms of Ontario and Quebec, and was added to the coat of arms of Canada in 192 1 year. 1867, Alexander Muir wrote the patriotic song "Forever Maple Leaf", which became the unofficial national anthem of English-speaking Canada. From 1876 to 190 1, this leaf appears on all Canadian coins and remains on pennies after 190 1. During World War I, the emblem of the Canadian Expeditionary Force was usually based on the maple leaf pattern. The use of maple leaf as a symbol of the Legion can be traced back to 1800. In the second Boer War, there was a maple leaf on the sun hat of Canadian soldiers. With the introduction of the Canadian flag (designed by George ·f·g· Stanley) in 1965, the maple leaf finally became a symbol of the central country. The Canadian flag uses a highly stylized eleven maple leaves, and does not mention the specific types of maple trees. Early official use of maple leaf patterns usually exceeded 30 points, with short stems. The selected maple leaf represents the native 10 maple trees in Canada-at least one of them is native to each province. [3] Maple leaves are currently used in the Canadian flag, the logos of various Canadian companies and the logos of Canadian sports teams. Examples include Air Canada, Toronto Maple Leaf NHL franchise and Toronto Football Club. Since 1979, the Royal Canadian Mint has produced gold, silver, platinum and palladium ingots. Their official names are maple leaves because they are printed with geometric maple leaves. Carthage, Missouri, USA is nicknamed "Maple Leaf City of America". [4] The Italian city of campobasso is also called "Maple Leaf City" because during World War II, Canadian troops invaded the city and liberated it from the Germans. Besides, there are all kinds of maple trees in this city, which can even be found in the street. The mascot of Goshen College in Goshen, Indiana is maple leaf, and the nickname of Goshen College sports team is maple leaf. [5] Maple Leaf is also the coat of arms of Sammatti in Finland. .
4. The ancient poem about red leaves said that the red leaves in the western hills were good and thick-Chen Yi.
Three miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds, red leaves and long rain-Hao Cheng
For the arrival of the white-headed alchemist, the red leaves of Maoling have withered. -Cui Tu.
Yellow flowers add joy to wine, and red leaves add sorrow. -Bai Juyi
Red leaves covered the tiles and moss sealed the walls. -Bai Juyi
Today in Huaqing, Mo Wen, the doors of the palace are locked with red leaves all over the mountain. -Bai Juyi
White flowers splash on Toutuo Temple, and red leaves cage parrot Island. -Bai Juyi
After the red leaves floated with the wind, the man with white beard stood in the moonlight. -Bai Juyi
Birds live in red leaves and the moon shines with moss. -Bai Juyi
5. Who has an English article about maple leaves?
Maple leaves turn red quietly,
But you left quietly.
You take a maple leaf,
It dyed my tender heart red.
Maple leaves fall gently,
However, there is no sign of your coming back.
I walked gently among the fallen leaves,
Looking for traces of our love in autumn.
The maple leaves are slowly turning red again.
They remind me of you deeply.
Maple leaves turn red for the second time,
Oh, but where are you, my love?
maple leaf
The maple leaves are quietly red,
And you left silently.
Took a maple leaf,
Printed a red heart.
Maple leaves fall gently,
You still have no news.
I'm walking among the fallen leaves,
Looking for the remains of autumn love.
The maple leaves are slowly turning red again.
I deeply think of you again.
Maple leaves fall and become popular again.
Man in my heart, where are you?
6. an ancient poem about maple leaves, pipa and white stars gather together.
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship and the west ship were silent, and we saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied the rope thoughtfully, stood up, smoothed her clothes, and was serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Song often impressed people, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning and the autumn night in the moonlight.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
Xing Shan Dumu
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.