At night,
the river quietly falls into sleep, and
the dark pine forest loses its noise.
The nightingale's song is silent, and
The long-legged crake no longer shouts happily.
When night came, it was quiet everywhere.
Only the stream was singing softly.
The bright moon casts its light, and
coats everything around it with silver.
there are thousands of silver stars in the river, and
the silver waves in the stream are slightly overflowing.
The grass on the flooded Yuan Ye,
also shines silver.
When night comes, there is silence everywhere.
Nature is immersed in dreamland.
The bright moon casts its light, and
coats everything around it with silver.
(This poem has been selected into 3 Famous Poems of Foreign Countries (Beijing Publishing House, 2 edition) and has been selected into the first volume of the ninth grade Chinese textbook of People's Education Publishing House)
Dog Song (translated by Liu Zhanqiu and Ru Xiangxue)
In the early morning, in the dog kennel made of black straw,
where the straw mat shines with golden light,
.
Bitch caresses her puppies from morning till night,
licks their fur with her tongue,
Snowflakes melt into drops of water and
flow under her warm belly.
In the evening, when a group of cocks
settled on the warm stove,
the owner came over with a frown,
and put seven puppies into sacks.
The bitch runs along the snowdrift and
follows the owner's footsteps;
and the unfrozen water surface,
vibrates for a long time.
When he staggered back, he was listless.
He licked the sweat on his ribs as he walked.
The crescent moon hanging over the cowshed seemed to be one of his little treasures.
It looked at the blue sky,
cried sadly and loudly,
The slender crescent moon slipped by and
disappeared into the arms of the field behind the hill.
When people throw stones at it derisively,
it's like throwing strings of money,
only two dog eyes are rolling silently,
it's like shining Venus falling on the snow.
(This poem has been selected in the second volume of Chinese textbook Two Foreign Poems for Grade 8 of Changchun Publishing House)
I remember
I remember, dear, I remember
your soft flash;
Fate made me leave you,
My heart is heavy and sad.
I remember those autumn nights,
the leaves of birch trees rustled;
May the day be short, and
May the moonlight shine longer.
I remember you said to me:
"The good times are about to become the past,
you will forget me, dear,
and pair up with other girlfriends."
Today, the Bodhi tree has blossomed again, which
causes infinite melancholy in my heart;
How gentle I was then.
I scattered petals on your curls.
Ah, loving others is boring,
My heart will not get cold,
It will think of you from others,
It will be as happy as reading a beloved novel.
What is lost will never be returned
I can't recall that cool night,
I can't see my girlfriend again,
I can't hear the nightingale
singing a happy song in the garden.
that charming spring night flies away
you can't call it back.
bleak autumn has come,
the rain is endless.
My girlfriend in the grave is sleeping soundly,
Burying the flame of love in her heart,
The autumn rainstorm can't wake her dreams, and
it can't make her blood boil again.
The nightingale's song has been silent,
Because the nightingale has flown overseas,
The beautiful song that resounded in the cool night sky,
has been calmed down forever.
The joy I experienced in my life in the past,
has long since flown away,
There are only cold feelings left in my heart,
What I lost. I will never return.
pull up the red organ
pull up, pull up the red organ.
A beautiful girl meets her lover in the pasture.
The apple burning in my heart shines with the color of cornflower
I play the accordion and sing my blue eyes.
The ripples flashing in the lake are not glow,
That's your embroidered scarf behind the hillside.
Pull up, pull up the red organ.
Let a beautiful girl hear her lover's throat.
lovely hometown
lovely hometown! My heart dreamed of
the river swaying to see the sun like a haystack.
I really want to hide in the deep shade.
I want to hide in the place where a hundred birds contend.
Clover is covered with a golden robe, and
Clover grows along the edge of the field.
The willows are like a group of gentle nuns-
The rosary makes a crisp sound.
The pipe in the swamp is smoking,
Black embers are floating in the sky.
I miss a person quietly,
I hide my secret thoughts in my heart.
I welcome everything. I endure everything.
After suffering, my cup is full of joy.
I didn't come to this land in a hurry-
just to leave it faster.
I bid farewell to the house where I was born
I bid farewell to the house where I was born and
left the sky-blue Russia.
the birch forest is like a pool with three stars shining on it.
It warms the old mother's worries.
The moon lies flat on the quiet water like a golden frog
.
It's like the flowing apple blossom-
My father's beard has turned gray.
My return is far away.
The snow will sing for a long time.
Only the old maple tree is independent on one foot,
guarding the sky-blue Russia.
Anyone who loves to kiss the rain of fallen leaves,
will definitely like that tree when they see it.
Just because of that old maple tree-
It looks like my face.
I don't sigh, call and cry.
I don't sigh, call and cry.
Everything will disappear, like fireworks from a white apple tree.
The fading color of autumn covers me in the cage.
I will never have a beautiful spring again.
My heart has been hit by a chill,
You won't jump violently now,
In a country with birch patterns and cloth,
You won't attract me to wander barefoot any more.
tramp's soul, you are less and less
lighting the flame of language in my mouth.
Ah, my lost vigor,
wild eyes and tidal emotions!
life, now I am tired of hope?
are you just a spring dream for me?
It seems that in the spring morning when the air is still ringing,
I am riding a beautiful horse.
In the world, we are all doomed to decay.
The decaying leaves of brass quietly fall from the maple tree ...
Everything in the world is endless.
I hope you will be happy forever.
White Birch
In front of my window,
there is a white birch,
it seems to be covered with silver frost,
it is covered with snowflakes.
hairy branches,
snow embroidered lace,
clusters of flowers blooming,
picturesque white tassels.
In the hazy silence,
the white birch stands in the jade,
in the glittering golden glow,
the crystal snowflakes shine.
The birch is wandering around,
The morning glow comes late,
It spreads a layer of silver brilliance on the snow-covered branches,
.
(This poem was selected as Unit 6 Comprehensive Learning in the first volume of the sixth grade of Chinese in People's Education Edition)
Goodbye my friend
Goodbye my friend, goodbye
Dear, you will always be in my heart.
Destiny takes a hand to leave each other
Promise us to meet in front.
Goodbye, friend. There is no need to shake hands and say goodbye.
There is no need to be sad or sad.-
In this world, death is nothing new.
Being alive is nothing new.
I am the last poet in the countryside.
I am the last poet in the countryside.
Simple wooden bridges are written into my songs.
I stand for farewell mass.
I use birch leaves to burn incense and worship the spirits.
The lighted candle is made of flesh, and
it has been gradually exhausted on the golden flame.
The moon, a wooden wall clock,
makes my midnight hoarse.
On the path of the blue field,
Steel guests will appear soon.
The oats dipped in the morning glow,
Only some shriveled grains are left.
strange and lifeless threshing floor,
the song I sing to you will not make you live!
Only those horses and oats,
will be sad for their old owners.
The wind will suck up the neighing of horses,
like holding a memorial dance.
ah, soon, soon, the wooden wall clock will
make my midnight hoarse.
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