In a curtain,
In the autumn rain curtain,
Standing by the window,
Reading the quiet beauty of autumn,
Enjoy the richness of autumn.
This whirling autumn rain,
falls from the deep sky,
in waves,
neither urgent nor slow,
p>
Leisurely and at ease.
This crystal rain line,
full of deep longing,
is woven into a beaded curtain,
hung on the window Before,
let me travel through,
enjoy,
be grateful.
The heart,
is dyed in an instant,
a piece of ink,
outlines a piece:
After the autumn rain comes at night,
the autumn air is rustling and refreshing,
refreshing.
In the rain music of autumn,
Singing against the window,
chanting the coolness of autumn,
singing the gentleness of autumn,
the gentle autumn rain,
as sentimental. A woman,
plucks the strings in her hand,
sings softly,
talks eloquently,
like autumn water Wandering,
Like autumn water,
The misty music,
stretches between heaven and earth,
gracefully becomes one song after another.
A classic,
ticking into a tune,
Jiangnan silk and bamboo,
So beautiful,
The joyful autumn rain
Listen,
The sound of the piano passes through,
The gaps between raindrops,
harmonize with the rain,
Talking in the night wind
Look,
every raindrop,
condenses into a musical note,
Poetic and transparent.
A drizzle falls,
Let the breeze wet the memory,
Fill the heart with thoughts.
In the autumn rain,
Thinking by the window,
Slowly comprehending,
the personality of autumn.
The thin autumn rain,
is not just like a woman,
who does not apply makeup,
is naturally pure,
< p> Soft and delicate,Flaunting and charming,
Refined Chu people
Look,
The wind is carrying it,
The rain lines are charming,
The rain is passing through,
The wind is singing happily
The autumn rain that covers the gauze lightly,
< p> Use thick and light,Appropriate writing style,
Beautiful and thin,
Misty and clear words.
The grass is silent and the crickets are singing. ,
The fallen sycamore leaves,
The residual lotus covered with rain,
The cold depression,
are all caused by the autumn rain,
It’s all the beauty of autumn rain.
Intoxicated,
In the memory of Qiu Yu,
Thinking about it,
One by one,
Romance Stories,
One by one,
Friendly shots,
appear before our eyes,
At this moment,
What a blessing. "Flying to the Moon" Lyric
Perhaps because it has been a long time,
there is a faint pain in my heart,
attached to the surface of my thoughts.
I know very well the cause, development and end of things,
I just can’t accept the facts,
Life is like this,
Many people It's already a dark night when I'm waiting to get off work.
What's gratifying is that when I look up, there's always a bright moon in front of me, penetrating the haze in the desert.
The city became alive because of this,
I gradually returned to myself,
Accepted putting myself in others’ shoes.
The stories brought by the seasons do not need to be rendered by lights,
nor do they leave any trace.
The quarrel next door is still going on,
Remove the curse,
You remain silent in front of me.
There are no birds in the sky,
Just like my world has been turned into a desolate desert by sand.
There are no birds in the sky.
The wings I have grown make me doubt the world.
The moon on top of the office building suddenly hits my feet. Side,
Vision is only dust.
It has clear human footprints on it,
fragments of metal,
Chang'e's coat.
I will put it back,
Because having it on me becomes a burden.
The moon is the moon after all,
Regardless of city or place, it has many stories circulating.
Maybe there are other things,
such as indifference, charming or weirdness,
which always keep people awake at night.
I always look a bit nondescript in front of you,
which often makes others laugh and laugh.
I never speak of the present or the future before you,
for there I am always guilty.
But you are different.
Your body is always decorated with a nine-color halo,
or stars.
No one can block your way,
Except the heavy traffic,
Except my burden.
Before a dark night comes,
You dial the harsh ringtone of someone’s cell phone.
No matter where you come from, there is no need to comment on the city.
But you will specify it every time.
Invite new friends to a weekend gathering,
At a coffee shop on the corner of a certain road.
I guess I will be late,
I will be late,
It is a criticism that everyone develops intentionally or unintentionally.
People always have endless things to do in limited time,
Everyone is in a hurry.
Many vehicles were tied into long chains and walked in sequence,
with their taillights on.
You sit by the floor-to-ceiling windows and look at the unique scenery constructed by humanities,
and you are stuck in your ways.
The huge outdoor advertisement shows a picture of someone with a flawless face modified with light-colored rouge.
An old beggar stands underneath, holding half of a graceful and fragile glass vase.
Occasionally, the strange silhouette of a stray cat flashes,
disappearing without a trace in an instant.
The soul it carries is all debt,
The past time is condensed into thoughts.
Until late at night,
The sky was like a curtain hanging with many bright stars and a bright moon.
All its stories are as numerous as its secrets,
also listed in sequence.
You always resist the habit of explaining yourself,
unique words or real arguments.
Above the city,
When the city has no direction, everyone is hanging in the air.
In the noisy sea of ??people,
People escape from the dark whirlpool like tiny duckweeds.
It hangs on the left side of a certain floor, watching your every move coldly,
But you have never seen it with a pair of eyes as flaming as water.
I am like you who penetrated too early and wanted to escape in time.
There is no anger in my heart.
I am like an artificially implanted grass in the dim moonlight. Anemic and barren growth.
/p>
Perhaps in the deeper night,
The bright lights of the city confirm its prosperity,
There is still an endless flow of black and white vehicles and flying butterflies criss-crossing the roads.
You turn around and swallow the stolen or deceived elixir when I inadvertently turn around,
There are no white doves above the city's head,
Lost Crows and sparrows.
You are like it flapping its huge wings and stretching its long sleeves to leave the ground,
The ground of the city,
hard and textured; the moon's The surface has your face.
Your departure will not reduce its burden,
It will not reduce my burden.
And you will change by leaving in a hurry,
completely changing my impression.
Until late at night, many people are still sighing and working overtime,
Maybe staying up all night.
You can see them,
when you turn your face around a building and lift the curtains. Lyric Poems about Borrowed Scenery
Lyric Poetry about Borrowed Scenery
1. "Night Mooring on Maple Bridge"
Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
The moon falls and the crows cry frost The sky is full of Jiangfeng and fishing fire facing Chou Mian.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
2. "Thoughts on a Quiet Night"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
3. "Wang Yue"
Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
How about Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still young.
The clock of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dawn.
Stratus clouds grow in the chest, and returning birds enter the canthus.
From the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance.
4. "Untitled"
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
When I look in the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
5. "Farewell to Secretary Shu Yun at Xietiao Tower in Xuanzhou"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Those who abandon me will not be able to stay as of yesterday;
p>
Those who disturb my mind will have many worries today.
The long winds send autumn geese away for thousands of miles, and you can enjoy this high-rise building.
The Penglai article is built with bones in mind, with small Xie in the middle and clear hair.
We are all filled with joy and hope, and we want to go up to the blue sky and see the bright moon.
Cutting off the water with a knife will make it flow more, and raising a cup to relieve sorrow will make it even worse.
If life is not satisfactory, the Ming Dynasty will be ruined.
6. "Staying on the Jiande River"
Tang Meng Haoran
Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk.
The sky is low in the wilderness, and the trees are low, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people.
7. "Rain Lin Bell"
Liuyong of the Song Dynasty
The chilling cicadas are sad, facing the Changting Pavilion at night, the shower has begun to stop.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent. Where there is nostalgia, the orchid boat destroys the hair.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the mist is thick and the sky is vast.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and they are even more unworthy of leaving the Qingqing Festival in the cold.
Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them.
9. "Mooring the Boat on Guazhou"
Song Wang Anshi
Between Jingkou Guazhou and the water, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
10. "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.
I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky.
I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid of the beautiful buildings and jade buildings.
It is too cold at high places.
Dance and clear the shadow, how does it feel like you are in the human world!
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the Qihu is low, and the light is sleepless.
There shouldn’t be any hatred, so what’s the point of saying goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes.
This is an ancient matter.
I wish you a long life and a long life.
11. "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"
Zhang Ruoxu of the Tang Dynasty
The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.
Where is the spring river without the moonlight, following the waves for thousands of miles?
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like sleet.
The frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen.
The river and sky are completely dust-free, and there is only a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people?
Life is endless from generation to generation, but Jiang Yue is only similar every year;
I wonder who Jiang Yue treats? But see the Yangtze River sending water.
The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the Qingfeng Pu is full of sorrow.
Whose family is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower?
The poor moon wanders upstairs, it should be seen away from the makeup mirror.
The Yuhu curtain cannot be rolled away, and it comes back after being beaten on the clothes anvil.
At this time, we look at each other but do not hear each other, and I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
The swans fly so long that the light never reaches them, and the fish and dragons dive and leap into the water to form patterns.
Last night I talked about my dreams and the flowers fell, and it was a pity that I couldn’t go home in the middle of spring.
The water in the river is gone, and the moon is setting in the west again.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless.
I wonder how many people will return by the moon? The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love.
12. "Looking at Dongting Lake and presenting it to Prime Minister Zhang"
Tang Meng Haoran
The lake is level in August, and the emptiness is mixed with the clearness.
The clouds are steaming over Mengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.
If you want to help without a boat, you will live in shameful sage.
Sitting back and watching the fishermen only envy the fish.
13. "Autumn Dwelling in the Mountains"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.
14. "Autumn Night Song"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
When Gui Po was born, the autumn dew was faint, and the light Luo was already thin and had not been changed.
I have been playing with the silver zheng diligently for a long time, but I am too timid to return to the empty room.
15. "Midnight Autumn Song"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Chang'an is full of moonlight, and the sound of thousands of households pounding clothes is heard.
The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love.
On what day when the barbarians are defeated, a good man will stop his expedition.
16. "Five Posts from Climbing Lanshan Mountain in Autumn"
Tang Meng Haoran
In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy.
Climb high only when we look at each other, and our hearts will fly away with the geese.
Worry arises in the dusk, and happiness comes in the autumn.
Sometimes I see people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest.
The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the islands on the riverside are like the moon.
Why should you bring wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival?
17. "Autumn Evening"
Du Mu of Tang Dynasty
The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.
The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega.
18. "Mid-Autumn Moon"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of miles of clear light cannot be imagined, adding sorrow and hatred to the end of the world.
Who has been garrisoning outside Long for a long time? Where can we say goodbye in front of the court?
It was the night when the old concubine returned to the hospital after falling out of favor, and the old general did not go upstairs.
According to him, how many people have broken hearts, the Jade Rabbit and the Silver Toad are far away.
19. "Su Muzhe"
Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty
The sky is blue, the ground is yellow leaves,
The autumn colors are rolling on the waves Cold smoke and green.
The mountains reflect the setting sun and receive water from the sky.
The fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country, chasing the thoughts of the journey,
Unless you have good dreams every night, let people sleep.
High in the Mingyue Tower, I rest and lean alone,
The wine enters my sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness.
20. "The Proud Fisherman"
Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty
The scenery is strange when autumn comes under the fortress,
No one pays attention when the geese leave Hengyang.
There were sounds from all directions.
Thousands of miles away, the smoke is long and the sun is setting, and the lonely city is closed.
A glass of wine can bring you thousands of miles away, but you will never find a way to return home.
The ground is covered with frost.
When people are sleepless, the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears. Lyric Poetry
Lyric Poetry
1. "To the Oak Tree"
Shu Ting
If I Love You
I will never be like the climbing flower in the sky
I will show off myself by your high branches;
If I love you
I will never imitate the infatuated bird
< p> Repeating monotonous songs for the green shade;Nor is it more than a spring source
Bringing cool comfort all the year round;
Nor is it more than a dangerous peak
Increase your height and set off your majesty
Even sunlight,
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok tree near you,
standing with you as the image of a tree.
The roots are clenched in the ground,
The leaves are touching in the clouds.
Every time the wind passed by,
we greeted each other,
but no one
understood our words.
You have your copper branches and iron trunks,
like knives, like swords,
also like halberds;
I have mine The red-topped flowers
are like heavy sighs,
and like heroic torches.
We share the cold waves, wind and thunder, and thunderbolts,
We enjoy the mist, clouds, and hauni.
It seems like they are separated forever,
But they are still dependent on each other for life.
This is great love,
This is where steadfastness lies:
Not only do I love your stalwart body,
I also love you Stick to your position, the ground beneath your feet.
2. "Ode"
Heine
I am the sword, I am the flame.
I shine for you in the darkness,
When the battle begins,
I bravely take the lead
and walk at the forefront of the team.
Around me lay the bodies of my comrades,
but we were victorious.
We won the victory,
but the bodies of my comrades were lying around
.
In the triumphal song of victory
the solemn singing of the memorial service rang out.
But we have no time to rejoice,
and no time to mourn.
The trumpet sounded again,
and a new battle began.
I am the sword, I am the flame.
3. "Song of Self-Reliance"
Tao Xingzhi
Drop your own sweat,
Eat your own food,
Doing your own thing by yourself,
Relying on people, heaven, and ancestors,
is not considered a hero!
4. "Monument"
Pushkin
I built a non-artificial monument for myself,
when people go there On the path, the grass no longer grows,
It raises its head that refuses to bend its eyes,
towering above the monument to Alexander.
No, I will not die completely
My soul in the poems left behind,
will outlive my ashes, and Escaped from decay and destruction
I will always be glorious and immortal, until there is only one poet
living in this world under the moonlight.
My fame will spread throughout the great Russia,
My name will be spoken in all its living languages.
Both the descendants of the proud Slavs, the Finns,
even now the barbaric Tungus, and the Kalmyks, their friends in the steppes.
The reason why I can always be close to the people is because I have used poetry to arouse people’s kind feelings.
In this cruel era of mine, I I sang about freedom,
and also prayed for forgiveness and sympathy for those who fell.
O Muse of Poetry, obey the will of God,
Fear neither insult nor desire laurels,
Be at peace with praise and slander Tolerate with patience,
There is no need to have empty arguments with foolish people.
5. "Nostalgia"
Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child
Nostalgia is a small stamp
I am on this side
Mother is on the other side
After growing up
Nostalgia is a narrow ticket
I am on the other side This end
The bride is over there
Later
Nostalgia is a short grave
I am outside
Mother is inside
And now
Homesickness is a shallow strait
I am here
The mainland is here Over there
6. "Paper Boat to Mother"
Bing Xin
I never abandon a piece of paper,
Always keep them,
fold them into small boats,
throw them into the sea from the boats.
Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,
Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.
I am still not discouraged, folding them every day,
I always hope that one of them will flow to the place I want him to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
don’t be surprised that it fell into the dream for no reason.
This is what your beloved daughter wrote with tears in her eyes,
Across thousands of rivers and mountains, begging him to carry her love and sorrow back home.
7. "I Love This Land"
Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also use the hoarse Throat singing:
This land battered by storms,
This ever-raging river of our sorrow and indignation,
This endless blowing The angry wind,
And the extremely gentle dawn from the forest
Then I died,
Even the feathers rotted in the earth.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply
8. "Light"
Zhu Ziqing
On a stormy night,
There is a wilderness ahead.
Walking through the wilderness,
is the way for people.
Yeah! There are many different paths in the darkness.
How should I go?
God! Please give me some light, so that I can run forward!
God said in a panic, light?
I have nowhere to look for you!
If you want light,
make it yourself!
9. "Hai Yun"
Xu Zhimo
(1)
Girl, single girl,
< p> Why are you nostalgicThis dusk seaside?
Girl, go home, girl!
Oh no; I won’t go home,
I love the evening breeze:
On the beach, in the dusk,
< p> There is a girl with radiant hairWandering, wandering.
(2)
Girl, radiant girl,
Why are you wandering
in this deserted sea?
Girl, go home, girl!
Oh no; listen to me singing,
The sea, I sing, you come and join:
Under the stars, in the cool breeze,
The girl's clear voice is swaying
High pitch, low pitch.
(3)
Girl, bold girl!
There is a shady story over there,
There is a bad situation at this moment
Girl, go home, girl!
Oh no; look at me dancing in the air,
Imitate a seagull without waves:
In the night, on the beach,
< p> A slender figure whirled rapidlyWhirling, whirling.
(4)
Listen to the wrath of the sea,
Girl, go home, girl!
Look, that beast-like sea wave,
Girl, go home, girl!
Oh no; the waves will not come to swallow me,
I love the bumps of the sea!
In the sound of the tide, in the light of the waves,
Ah, a panicked girl in the sea foam,
wasted, wasted.
(5)
Girl, where are you, girl?
Where is your loud singing voice?
Where is your graceful figure?
Where, O brave lady?
The night swallowed up the stars,
There was no more light on this seaside;
The tide swallowed up the beach,
No more girls were seen on the beach ,
Never see the girl again!
10. "The Last Spring"
Xu Zhimo
The peach blossoms stuck sideways in my bottle yesterday
were charming smiles Hanging by the cheeks of the beauty;
Today they all lowered their heads and changed their appearance:
The red and white corpses hung upside down on the green bars.
The wind and rain outside the window report the fate of the late spring,
The sound like a death knell exhorts in the dark night:
The flowers in your bottle of life also< /p>
Things have changed: Who will bury the gorgeous corpse?
11. "Farewell Cambridge"
Xu Zhimo
I left as gently as I came;
I wave my hands gently and say goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the river are the bride in the sunset;
The beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart.
The green banana-plants on the soft mud sway gracefully under the water;
In the soft waves of the Cam River, I am willing to be a waterweed!
The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring.
It is a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae, depositing rainbow-like dreams.
Looking for a dream? Take a long punt pole and slowly row upstream to where the grass is greener.
Load a whole boat of starlight and sing in the colorful starlight.
But I can't sing, silence is the shengxiao of parting;
The summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight.
I leave as quietly as I came;
I wave my sleeves and don’t take away a single cloud.
12. "The Escaper"
Rabindranath Tagore
Goose-yellow leaf buds, piece by piece
fluttering on the branches of cilis flowers.
The green shade is lingering on the grass,
The fallen flowers are leaving their lingering fragrance.
In the morning,
my elk
roosted next to the henna hedge under the bright sun.
Its daily playmate
is a puppy from the mountains.
His colorful and thick hair is eye-catching.
They are like two children in a foreign land,
studying in the same school, laughing and playing together.
Every market day, passers-by stood outside the hedge,
watching curiously.
Waking up in March to the wild south wind,
seems to have received a colorful love letter, the blue sky is shaking with excitement,
The flowers in the forest are blooming,
The grass blades quivered.
At some point, the elk seemed
to faintly hear a mournful whisper,
and an inexplicable melancholy appeared in its dark eyes
.
As soon as he saw his own figure,
he was stunned and remained motionless for a long time.
The game of dappled light and shadow in the afternoon
makes the Amgoji fruit trees irritable,
the hot wind scented by the mango flowers is uneasy.
The elk jumps across the farmland with dreamy yearning,
Life and death merge into one in front of it,
It has no trace of the unpredictable dangers. fear.
I thought: As dusk fell,
in order to get a familiar caress,
the elk jumped back home as usual.
The puppy comes again and again
Entering the house and walking around,
With wet eyes
As if asking: Where is the elk? Already?
Why can’t I see it jumping in the garden?
Without seeing his friends,
The puppy gave up a sumptuous dinner.
Twilight is getting darker,
The lights are on in the house.
The stars in the sky blink cunningly,
The quiet night falls on the depressing countryside.
A sad question mark
Hanging in the corner of the eye of the puppy that comes and goes:
Who is the elk looking for when out?
Why haven’t you come back yet?
This matter is really strange.
Who is the summoner? Does the Elk know?
From the sky and the sunshine,
From the uncertain flow of the south wind,
From the tender green of the new leaves,
A chaotic and chaotic The news of the exam probably penetrated its blood circulation.
Perhaps a hole flute has already been playing in its chest
Blowing the spring song of distant years.
The relationship it seeks between it and Dongxiao
is closer than that between it and itself;
The sound of the flute will accompany its heart and soul as soon as it is born. ,
Accompanied by its galloping,
Wrapped in its clever gaze.
What it didn’t recognize,
suddenly stopped
the game it was familiar with.
The darkness calls to it with tears,
The light cannot keep it by its side.
13. "Searching"
Rabindranath Tagore
I am in the green shade of your eyelashes
Looking for the buds of the inner voice; /p>
Stumbled into a confusing illusion,
Lost my direction, I don’t know where I am
My eyes asked melancholy eyes,
Why are I looking for it? Not a shy secret?
After asking, he fell into a pool of turbid tears,
Like a child falling into a cloud of doubt.
Has my infatuation ever cast a soft shadow on
your heart?
The red lotus painted on the door
Tell you what I feel like?
Wandering in the winding path of your garden,
My sadness is rippling in the wind.
Can’t you see my love flute
A heartfelt message written in cursive on the canopy?