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White Birch
Vyazemsky
Among the many beautiful trees,
White Birch seems to lack poetry;
But it The prose contains the motherland,
It makes people feel cute and approachable.
It is the sweetest song,
It is the kindest message.
As long as it makes one or two sounds,
we can perceive infinite meanings.
It is a messenger sent to a foreign country,
It is our closest friend,
It is a path in the dense forest, a sweet spring in the desert,
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He is our guide in a strange place.
Faced with this symbol of Russia,
Who among us can remain true to our feelings?
For those of us overseas wanderers, Bai Hua,
< p>You are the letter sent by your mother.(Translated from "Russian Landscape Lyrics of the 18th to 19th Centuries")
Little White Birch
Bezimensky
In Among the gloomy pine trees, in the dark willow forest,
little white birches stand tall and graceful, wearing silver dresses.
Faced with her reserved beauty, the tall trees bowed down to pay tribute.
Faced with her reserved beauty, thousands of flowers bowed their heads.
She has a slim figure and a gentle temperament.
She is dignified and self-respecting, never frivolous.
She smiles all over her face and wins the love of Mother Earth.
The rustling of leaves is her greeting to Mother Earth.
As long as you see her, your heart will beat wildly.
The cute silhouette of the little white birch will stay with you for life.
(Translated from "Old Waltz, Romance and Folk Songs")
Rowan
Vyazemsky
The rowan tree in front of the house, the lush rowan tree,
your flowers are full of branches.
The luxuriant rowan trees, the delicate rowan trees, and the white and downy flowers cannot be loved enough.
"Put away your ruby ??necklace,
The rowan fruit is already red."
I stuck the rowan fruit in my braid,
It makes my hair black and shiny.
In the evening I walked happily to the street,
basking in the gorgeous and charming glow.
My beloved is with me,
accompanying me, the dark-eyed girl.
(Translated from "Vyazemsky's Collected Poems")
Lilac
Beketova
The morning breeze blows, everything As the sun shines,
the dewdrops hang on the grass tips,
the garden is fresh and comfortable.
The lilac flowers are blooming,
The shadows of the flowers are graceful and fragrant,
Where is my happiness?
My whole life In this life,
I have only one happiness—
Let me look for it among the lilacs.
The flowers bloom and attract bees and butterflies.
The green leaves cover the flower branches.
My poor happiness comes at the right time.
(Translated from "Russian Romance Songs")
The pods are red
Russian folk songs
The pods are red, the pods are ripe ?
I understand the virtues of foreigners.
I understand his virtue, what kind of virtue!
I no longer respect him: he went to find someone else.
He went to find someone else, and I don’t want to argue with him——
He is really amazing, and I can’t live up to him!
I also have another argument. I contacted someone, but he didn't believe it.
He came to me to verify it.
Let him verify it, what is there to explain!
I only said to him: you have lost your love!
You have lost your love, it already belongs to you Someone else——
Another young man has won my heart.
The pods are red, are the pods ripe?
I understand the virtues of foreigners.
You have lost your love, and my mind has been made:
Another young man has won my heart.
(Translated from "Russian Folk Songs and Romance")
Lily of the Valley
Fett
Just emerged from the snow The lily of the valley
calls for the warm sunshine.
You are like a pure virgin
Exuding a charming fragrance.
You are like the bright spring light,
How many beautiful dreams are contained in it!
The gift of spring full of vitality——
You are so fascinating!
You are the first sigh of a girl——
I don’t know why.
It turns out that this is the first wave of spring
It is rippling in the girl's heart.
(Translated from "Russian Landscape Lyrics of the 18th to 19th Centuries")
Forget-Me-Not Flowers
Vyazemsky
Your surroundings are shining with the light of joy,
You are the embodiment of wisdom, and you are beauty.
If you want to ask me who makes me miss you day and night——
That’s you, that’s you!
You conquer while looking forward to it We,
everyone fell in love with you at first sight.
If you want to ask who is most obsessed with you——
That’s me, that’s me!
I think back then I only knew how to pursue happiness,< /p>
I like to fly around among the flowers;
But now I have become single-minded——
I only think about you, I only think about you!
Your "I love you" is better than anything in the world.
Your "I love you" makes me extremely happy.
If you want to ask who can make lovesickness so painful——
That’s me, that’s me!
(Translated from "Russian Folk Songs and Romance" Division")
Autumn Aster
Gray
Autumn Aster is a poor and sad flower,
the flowers are silent , silently lost in thought.
The shadows of the flowers move gently, and the gloomy branches fall.
On this late autumn day, the delicate pistils are still spitting out.
The autumn sun is bright in the sky, how can it drive away the cold?
The west wind is already strong, but it is spring.
Seeing you shuddering, I sigh and sigh again and again,
My heart is filled with compassion, how can I say anything if I am so melancholy!
All the flowers have withered, and all the flowers have suddenly faded away.
Withered leaves drifted in the wind and scattered among the dust.
Only aster flowers are not afraid of the cold weather in the new moon.
They are determined to welcome the spring sunshine, but who would have expected that their lives will be in jeopardy.
(Translated from "Russian Folk Songs and Romance")