1, "Lyric Episode" No.9
On the wings of singing,
Honey, I'll fly you there,
Fly to Yuan Ye on the Ganges,
There is a place with beautiful scenery.
Gardens are colorful-
Bathed in the moonlight,
Lotus is waiting-
Their dear sister.
Look up at the stars;
Roses whisper,
Is it sweet? .
A docile and clever antelope—
Jump over and listen,
The rolling waves of the holy river—
Running in the distance.
We will land there—
Rest under palm trees,
Drink love, peace,
Sweet dreams.
2. The troubles of youthNo. 16
I want to use gold foil, roses and cypress branches,
Decorate this book beautifully,
Decorate it as a coffin,
Then put my poems in the library to read and bury.
Ah, I wish I could bury my love!
Grass grows beside the grave of love,
It bloomed and was picked by people,-
But it won't blossom for me until I go to the grave.
This is my dissolute poem in the past,
Like lava from Mount Etna.
From the bottom of my heart,
Flying everywhere bursts with brilliant sparks.
They are as silent as dead bodies now.
They are pale, cold and stiff now.
But if there is a spirit of love running on it,
It will inspire the enthusiasm of the past.
So I have a lot of hunches,
The dew of love will one day shed poems over and over again;
This book will fall on your head one day.
Your distant dear close friend.
At that time, these pale words,
Will leave the magic net of poetry and look at you,
It looks into your beautiful eyes imploringly,
Sorrow and love are intertwined.
3. Beihai Collection No.6-Confession
Twilight is getting thicker and thicker,
The tide is more turbulent,
I'm sitting on the coast—
Watching the waves dance wildly at sea,
My heart is like the sea,
Deep homesickness comes to mind,
I am attached to you, you are gentle and charming-
Floating in front of my eyes,
Call me everywhere,
Everywhere, flying around,
Sometimes with the howling wind, the sea cries wildly.
Sometimes it melts into my inner sigh.
I carefully wrote this sentence on the beach with a gentle reed:
"Agnus, I love you!"
But fierce waves are rude,
Drowned this sweet heart,
Wash it without leaving a trace.
Slender and fragile reed stalks, scattered quicksand,
The foam is splashing, I don't believe you anymore!
The darker the sky is, the more excited my heart is.
I'm from a big forest in Norway, and my hands are strong-
Call the tallest fir tree, it goes straight into the sky,
Let me get this straight—
Mount Etna, flaming,
I use this elvish pen full of flames-
Write my heart in the dark sky:
"Agnus, I love you!"
4. Return to Native Series 2
For some reason,
I am so sad;
An old fairy tale,
I will never forget it.
It's late, the air is cold,
The Rhine flows quietly;
The shimmering brilliance of the setting sun
Shining on the hills.
The most beautiful girl,
Sitting on it, radiant;
Gold jewelry glitters,
She combed her blonde hair.
She combed her hair with a gold comb,
Still singing a song;
The tone of this song,
There is charming magic.
The boatman on the boat,
Feel the pain of fantasy;
He doesn't look at the rocks in the water,
But just look up at the heights.
I know, the last wave,
Swallowed the boatman and the boat;
Lorelei used her singing,
Created this disaster.
5. Primary collection regression number 17
Bless you, your great
A capital full of mystery.
In your city.
My lover once lived.
Tell me, towers and gates,
Where is my dearest person?
I entrusted her to you,
You should be my sponsors.
My lover is carrying a suitcase,
Leaving the capital in such a hurry,
This tower can't move a step,
Of course, it is irresponsible.
But that door. Quiet as a mouse.
Let my lover abscond;
The mind of that female fool,
This fool should know.
6. Lyric episode 10
Lotus is afraid-
Afraid of the bright sun,
Put down your pink neck and dream-
Waiting for night arrival.
Her lover, the moon-
Pour out the light, call her,
The flowers rushed to him affectionately—
Take off the veil from your face.
Lotus is in full bloom-
Looking up at the heights silently,
She cried and trembled, and the fragrance was overflowing-
Because of the pain of love and acacia.
7. Lyric episode 10
Lotus is afraid-
Afraid of the bright sun,
Put down your pink neck and dream-
Waiting for night arrival.
Her lover, the moon-
Pour out the light, call her,
The flowers rushed to him affectionately—
Take off the veil from your face.
Lotus is in full bloom-
Looking up at the heights silently,
She cried and trembled, and the fragrance was overflowing-
Because of the pain of love and acacia.
8. Lyric EpisodeNo. 16
The stars didn't move,
Hanging high in the air,
Looked at each other for thousands of years,
With the pain of love.
They speak a language,
Rich and beautiful, endless mystery.
But not a linguist.
Be able to understand it
But I learned,
I will never forget;
A dictionary I use.
This is my lover's face.
9. Lyric Episode No.42.
Countless ancient phantoms
Raised from the grave,
It's like I'm by your side.
It took me a few days.
It feels like a dream during the day.
Running all over the street;
People looked at me strangely,
I am silent and sad.
The atmosphere at night is better,
The streets are empty;
Just me and my figure,
Wandering silently.
I strolled across the bridge,
Footsteps echoed;
The moon emerged from the clouds,
Pay tribute with focused eyes.
I stopped in front of your house,
Staring at the sky.
Staring at your window—
I feel sad in my heart.
I know you often lean out of the window.
Peep down,
Look at me standing in the moonlight,
Like a pillar.
10, to my mother B. Heine, No.2.
I left you wishful thinking,
I want to travel around the world,
Want to see if I can find love,
So that I can embrace love affectionately.
I am looking for love, walking in the streets.
Reach out to the door of every house,
Begging for a little charity of love,
But I was laughed at and only received cold hate.
I always run around, always looking for it,
I can see, but I can never find love.
Finally, I was depressed and went home.
At that time, I saw you coming towards me.
Alas, the deepest feeling in your eyes,
This is the sweet love I have been looking for for for a long time.
1 1, the 28th current affairs poem
Because my lightning is amazing.
You see, I can't thunder.
You are wrong, because so am I.
Have amazing abilities.
Once that day comes.
This ability proved to be terrible.
You will hear my voice.
This is a thunderbolt in the sky, a storm.
The storm will come on that day.
Even knocked down some loose trees.
Some church towers are going to collapse!
Some palaces will be shaken!
12, "Assorted Poems" Smart Star
Flowers can easily touch people's feet,
Most people will be trampled;
Whether shy or bold,
People always crush it when they walk by.
Pearls are hidden in the treasure chest of the sea,
But it will also be discovered,
Drill them, buckle them,
Tie the silk rope firmly.
13, 20th New Alexandria Current Affairs Poetry
There was a king in the far north,
I like drinking champagne best;
As soon as he drinks champagne,
Tears in her eyes.
There are knights sitting around him,
Master's degree in history law school;
But the king is not good at talking,
Vaguely say:
"The Greek hero Alexander,
With a few excellent soldiers
Conquered the whole world,
He likes drinking.
"He fought those wars,
The war made him very thirsty;
Drunk to death after victory,
His capacity for alcohol is average.
"I'm better than him,
I imagined it more cleverly:
I started from the beginning, first and then,
I started with a swig.
"After going out and getting drunk,
Will make me have greater achievements;
Stumbling from one hotel to another,
I will conquer the world. "
14, Spring Festival Collection No.6
Beautiful bells ring-
Gently through my heart,
Koharu song,
Please send the bell to a distant place.
All the way to that house,
Where there are beautiful flowers,
If you see a rose,
Please say hello to her for me.
15, Romantic No.7, 1829
Give me a noble and spacious place,
So that I can die comfortably!
Ah, don't let me suffocate here,
Die in this narrow street world!
They eat and drink there,
With the joy and complacency of the mole,
They are very generous,
Like a hole in a charity box.
They have cigars in their mouths,
Put your hands in your pockets;
Their digestive ability is also very good,—
But who can stand them like that!
Spices from all over the world,
They underwrite everything.
But despite the perfume in the air,
I often smell rotten cod.
Ah, I want to see the great evil,
Look at that cruel evil,-
Don't look at this disgusting virtue,
This kind of morality that money can buy!
Clouds in the sky, take me away,
No matter how far!
Lapland, or Africa.
Even Pomerania.-Go! Go!
Ah, take me for example-it ignores-
What a coincidence the clouds are in the sky!
It floats above the city.
Hurriedly accelerated the walk away.