Frost (USA 1874- 1963)
When I walk in the field of harvest,
I can't see the crops, they are empty,
It lies quietly, like a hut with dew,
The road leading to the garden is desolate.
When I walked into the garden along the path,
I heard the sound of broken grass between the awnings.
There were waves of sad birdsong,
More touching than any lamentation.
There is a bare tree by the garden wall.
The dying solitary leaves have turned yellow,
It must have been disturbed by my thoughts,
Gently fall and make a rubbing sound.
I didn't walk far in the garden,
I am in the middle of a broken flower.
Picked a bunch of pale blue chrysanthemums,
Dedicated to you again.
(Gu Yi)
Old Cao Man appreciated Frost, a famous American poet in the 20th century. This poem is about the cold air in autumn, which is lifeless. When the poet saw a bunch of pale blue chrysanthemums, he quickly picked them and dedicated them to the people he wanted to dedicate. Here, the poet praised life and light.
A festival for two
Yoshici (English 1795- 182 1)
In a year, the four seasons come and go,
People also have spring, summer, autumn and winter in their hearts:
He has a vigorous spring, which makes naive fantasies.
Grasp all the beautiful things in the world;
In summer, he likes to be interested in early spring.
The sweet thoughts of the years are carefully recalled,
Indulge in it, this dream makes him nervous.
Close to heaven; His soul is in autumn
There is a quiet bay when he spreads his wings.
Hiding, he was very satisfied and comfortable.
ZuiYan hazy, let the beautiful scene.
The front door flows like a river, ignoring it;
He also has winter, pale and changed his face;
Otherwise, he is beyond human nature.
3. paradise in water
Hans Caroca (English 1795- 182 1)
There is a black pond on the pasture.
Only a small alder tree cast a shadow on the shore;
I was in my childhood.
It's a sultry spring day, and the grass is yellow and crazy.
The dragonfly that opened its eyes bit the blade of grass,
I like to lie down and look at the bottom of the pond.
The pond is as deep as the blue sky.
Cloud-like objects float on the water, gray and carved like oak leaves.
One side is blue!
The beautiful sun often rises from the bottom of the pond.
Not dazzling, it looks almost as gentle.
The round moon.
It suddenly occurred to me to use green alder strips.
Smash the sky in the water,-
The big white sun is scattered everywhere,
Splash out countless bright silver spots,
Straight to the shore.
My heart is pounding with fear; Those dots,
Countless bright silver lights, swaying,
The higher it is, the weaker it is.
After all, it has become a big sun.
(translated by Zhang houren)
4. There is no choice.
Robert Frost (USA 1874- 1963)
There are two roads in the yellow forest.
Unfortunately, I can't participate at the same time.
I stood at that intersection for a long time,
I looked at a road that I could see,
Until it disappeared into the jungle.
But I chose another path,
It's lush and lonely,
Appear more attractive and beautiful;
Although on these two paths,
They rarely leave travelers' footprints;
Although the leaves fell to the ground that morning,
Neither road is polluted by footprints.
Oh, leave a way and see you another day!
But I know this road has no end,
I'm afraid I can't go back.
Maybe in a few years, somewhere,
I will sigh softly and look back:
The two roads diverged in the forest,
I chose a lonely one,
This determines my life path.
(Gu Yi)
5. Streams in Ming Che
Juan Ramon Jimenez (Spanish 198 1- 1958)
The streams in Ming Che are very quiet.
Charming; The canyon is quiet,
Beautiful scenery on both sides,
The white one is Yang and the green one is Liu.
-The canyon is like a fairyland.
The heart is beating,
I still hear wonderful songs in my dreams,
The flute is accompanied by singing. -
Charming stream: willow branches
It's like being awake,
Hanging upside down on a calm stream,
Kiss the running water of Ming Che.
The sky is quiet and clear,
The sky is floating low,
The fog is as white as silver,
Play with waves on the water and trees on the shore.
-My heart is dreaming.
Beautiful streams and banks, quiet canyons,
Fly all the way to the quiet shoal,
Prepare to board a canoe for a long journey.
However, just set foot on the mountain road,
Can't stop lingering tears:
Although I don't know who the singer is.
6. Music
Juan Ramon Jimenez (Spanish 198 1- 1958)
There are quiet nights,
Sweet music, you are a clear water.
Cool and pleasant-like cordate telosma,
In an unfathomable vase-full of stars.
The wind escaped into its own cave,
Terror returns to the hut where it lives,
In the green bushes of the pine forest,
A vigor is booming.
The stars disappeared,
The mountains are as red as roses,
In the distance, by the well of the orchard,
Swallows are singing.