If life cheats you.
Don't be sad, don't be impatient.
You need to keep calm on a blue day.
Believe it, happy days will come.
My heart always looks forward to the future.
I am often depressed now.
Everything is instantaneous, and everything will pass.
The past will be a beautiful memory.
Well, we don't roam together anymore.
Well, we don't roam together anymore,
Kill this deep night,
Although this heart is still infatuated,
Although the moonlight is still so bright.
Because the sword can sharpen the scabbard,
The soul also grinds its chest hard enough,
This heart must stop breathing,
Love needs rest.
Although the night is for love,
Soon, it's daylight again,
But in this moonlit world,
We no longer walk together.
byron
secret
We don't sigh, our tears are dry,
We often smile and even laugh!
Any wink, any expression,
Never let the cat out of the bag.
It bears the pain of silence.
Hidden in the depths of our passionate souls:
Even if it cries out in a rude heart,
The mouth is always closed convulsively.
You ask the baby in the cradle,
You ask the body in the grave,
Maybe they will announce it to you.
I've been keeping your secret.
Heine
"Enough, enough, dear" (1)1834.
Pushkin
That's enough, that's enough, honey! Inner requirements for peace;
Day after day, every hour
Took a drop of life, and we all planned it.
This is life, but you see-in the blink of an eye, life is dead.
There is no happiness in the world, but there is ambition and peace.
How long has it been, I have been dreaming of this fate;
Alas, how long has it been? I, a tired slave,
I've always wanted to escape from work and live in seclusion with pure happiness.
This poem was written by the poet to his wife, expressing his desire to leave the life in Petersburg and live in seclusion in the countryside.
Pushkin
Love words 18 16
I listen to Lila playing the piano;
Her beautiful and lingering singing voice
The tenderness that makes people feel depressed,
Like a breeze at night.
Tears can't help falling from the eyes;
I told the lovely singer:
"Your melancholy voice is charming,
However, a word from my lover
Billera's love songs are more attractive. "
Pushkin
China:
Li Bai's Spring Thought
The grass in your north is as blue as jade.
Our mulberries bend branches with green threads here.
Finally, you want to go home
Now when my heart is about to break
Spring breeze, because I dare not know you.
Why do you blow into Luo Zhang and I feel sad?
008 du yue
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is!
Endless green covers two countries.
God is beautiful.
It dominates the light and shade.
Caiyun lave? Free and easy in my chest
Never go back to the birds.
I must climb to the top of the mountain.
hold all other mountains in a single glance
009 Du Fu presented Wei Ba Chu Shi.
Never meet again.
Like stars, each one shines within its range.
Tonight is a rare event.
* * * This lamp is candlelight.
Two men who were young not long ago.
But now the temples have begun to turn white
Found out that half our friends were dead.
Shocked us, sadness burned our hearts.
We didn't expect it to be twenty years.
Before I can visit you again
You weren't married when I left.
But now these boys and girls are lined up.
Good for their father's old friend.
They asked me where I had been during my trip.
Then, when we talked for a while,
They brought me wine and vegetables.
Spring leeks cut in the night rain
There are also brown rice freshly cooked in a special way.
My master declared it a festival.
He advised me to drink ten cups.
But which ten cups can make me so drunk?
Like I've always loved you in my heart?
Tomorrow we will be separated by mountains.
After tomorrow.-Who knows?
0 10 du fu jiaren
Who is cuter than her?
However, she lives alone in an empty valley
She told me that she came from a good family.
Now humble to the dust.
When there is unrest in the customs area,
Her brother and close relatives were killed.
What's the use of their high position?
Don't even protect your own life?
The world is dismissive of adversity.
Hope will go out like the light of a candle
Her husband has a wandering heart.
Looking for a new face, like a new jade.
When morning glory rolls up at night
Mandarin ducks lie side by side.
All he can see is the smile of his new sweetheart.
Old love cries and no one hears it.
This stream is pure at its mountain source.
But far away from the mountains, its water darkens.
When her maid comes back from selling pearls.
Let the straw cover the roof again.
She picked some flowers, not for her hair.
Let pine needles slip through her fingers.
Forget her thin silk sleeves and the cold.
She leaned against a tall bamboo tree to bask in the sun.
0 1 1 Two poems by Li Bai, one of Du Fu's dreams
When death is the reason for parting, there will be sobbing.
But life has been separated again and again.
Toxic moisture from the southern rivers.
During your exile, you never sent me a signal.
Until you came to me in your dream last night.
However, in the middle of your net
How do you raise your wings and use them?
I doubt it's really you.
Adventure a long journey
You came to me through the green forest.
You disappear next to a dark fortress
I woke up and the low moon was shining on the rafters.
It's like your face, still floating in the air
There is water to pass through. They are wild and bumpy.
If you fall, there will be dragons and river monsters.
0 12 Du Fu's Li Baimeng (Part Two)
floating clouds
Why do you, a wanderer, keep wandering.
I've been dreaming about you for three nights.
As gentle, intimate and real as when I am awake.
Then, abruptly got up to go.
You told me about the dangers of adventure.
Riverside and lakeside-storms, shipwrecks
The fear carried on the boat
At my door, you rubbed your white hair.
Something seems to be bothering you.
Our capital is full of nosy people.
When you are lonely, helpless and poor
Who can say that justice is justice, not hypocrisy
In late autumn, innocent people are affected.
He will gain a long-lived reputation.
What is good when you are dead and gone?
0 13 Wang Wei's farewell
I got off the horse and made a toast to you.
Friends, where are you going?
You replied, "I'm not satisfied."
Will rest at the foot of the mountain in the south
So please allow me to leave without asking me any questions.
White clouds pass through there without end.
0 14 Wang Wei was tied up by money and went home.
Under a happy rule, there should be no hermits
Smart and capable people should discuss together.
So you, a man from the eastern mountains,
Give up your life of collecting medicine.
All the way to the golden gate
This is the fate of the poor. They say I am wrong.
Spend a day without fire on a river in the south.
You have mended your spring clothes in these northern cities.
When you left the capital, I poured farewell wine for you.
Soon I will be left here by my friends.
On your sweet cinnamon wooden boat
You will float to your own thatched door again.
Led by trees in the distance
The setting sun shines on a distant town.
What if your goal happens to fail?
Don't think that bosom friends are rare and generous.
0 15 Wangwei Qingxi
I have sailed the Huanghua River.
Carried by the rivers of green streams.
10 thousand laps around the mountain
On a journey of less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks.
But in the dense pine forest, the light becomes dim.
The surface of the inlet swings with the nut angle.
Weeds grow along the river bank.
My heart has been □
Because this clear water
Oh, stay on the wide flat rock
Spend one's life fishing
Wang Wei, a farmhouse by the Wei River.
In the setting sun of the countryside
Cattle and sheep go home along the path.
And a rugged old man in a thatched door.
Leaning against a stick, thinking of his son, the shepherd boy.
Pheasant □ Maimiaoxiu
Sleeping silkworms, peeled mulberry leaves
The farmers came back with hoes.
Greet each other cordially
That is, envy and escape.
I sigh that old song, oh, back to the past!
0 17 Wang Weixi Shi Yong
Because beauty is respected throughout the empire.
How can Shi stay at home humbly?
Washing clothes at dawn by the South Lake.
That night, a great woman was in the palace in the north:
A humble day, different.
The next day, she was promoted and everyone praised her.
She will never powder her face with her own hands again.
Or put a silk robe on her shoulders.
The more the king loves her, the cuter she is.
Blinded his wisdom
The girls who washed silk beside her.
Keep a distance from her chariot.
Thanks to the neighbors.
Effective anxi
0 18 Meng Haoran's Qiu Lai Denglanshan.
On the north peak between white clouds
You have found your quiet place.
Now, when I climb this mountain to see you,
My heart flies high with the geese
A quiet evening may seem a little sad.
If the weather is not so cool and sunny this autumn
I looked down at the river bank, where there were villagers returning home.
Rest on the beach until the ferry comes back.
There are trees on the horizon, like a row of grass.
There is an island like the moon on the edge of the river.
I hope you will come to see me with a basket of wine.
* * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival
0 19 Meng Haoran's thoughts on the south pavilion in summer
The mountain lights in the west suddenly went out.
The slow moon rises from the east of the lake.
I let go of my hair and enjoy the cool night.
Open my window and lie down quietly.
The wind brings me the fragrance of lotus flowers.
Mimi
I will pick up my lute and play it.
But, alas, who here will understand?
So I think of you, old friend.
Oh, it's my midnight dream.
020 Meng Haoran spent the night at the foot of Zen master Ye, waiting for his friend Ding.
Now the sun has set in the west.
Valley after valley is dark and dim.
Now the cold of the moon and night passes through the pine trees.
My ears feel the sound of wind and water.
Almost all the woodcutters have arrived home.
Birds perched in the silent fog.
But-because you promised-I'm waiting for you, waiting.
Playing pipa under the vines by the roadside
02 1 Wang Changling Tongcong Nandizhai □ Yue Yi Yin Shan Cui Shaofu
Lying on a high seat in the south study.
We have opened the curtain-we have seen the rising moon in Ran Ran.
Illuminate water and trees with pure light.
Flowing like waves on our windows and doors.
It will go through the cycle of full moon and new moon.
Quietly, beyond our wisdom, change the new into the old.
Our chosen person, our friend, is now by a clear river.
Singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song.
He is far away from us, 300 miles away.
However, a breath of orchids came with the wind.