Amihai (Israel)
When I was young, the whole country was young. Where is my father?
Is everyone's father. When I am happy, this country
Just as happy, when I jumped on her, she jumped with me.
My treat. Spring covers her lawn.
It also makes me weak all over, and the dry land in summer hurts me.
Like my own chapped sole.
When I first fell in love, people announced
Her independence, when my hair
Her flag fluttered in the breeze.
I fight, she fights, and I get up.
She got up too, and when I fell.
She slowly fell beside me.
Now I'm starting to get away from all this:
Just like some things can't stick until the glue dries,
I'm being torn apart and involved in myself.
One day, I saw a clarinet player in the police band.
He is playing David's fortress.
His hair is white and his face is calm: this face.
Just like 1946, a unique year.
Between many famous and terrible years
Nothing happened that year except Great Expectations and his music.
My love, a girl sitting in a quiet home in Jerusalem.
I haven't seen him since, just a desire to pursue a better world.
Never leave his face.
Under the blue sky of our motherland
Pushkin (Russia)
Under the blue sky of our motherland
Her description is haggard. ...
Finally withered, maybe there is one.
The young ghost is spinning on my head;
But we have insurmountable boundaries.
I evoke my emotions in vain:
Her death came from her cold lips,
I also listened to it coldly.
This is the person I loved with a fiery heart.
I love so passionately, so deeply,
So gentle, so depressed,
So crazy and so painful!
Where there is pain, there is love. In my heart,
For that poor credulous soul,
For the sweet memories of those lost years,
I have neither shed tears nor been accused.
1、
Looking at the Tang Dynasty in Spring: Du Fu
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
2、
Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang
Once the effort comes, there will be fewer stars around.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
Who hasn't died since ancient times? Take the heart of Dan and follow history.