Beautiful stars at night, bright in the west,
You are the star of my motherland, hanging on the horizon,
It's like bending her arm, but please stop,
Be her brilliant crown and attract the attention of all countries!
Shiny, bright stars,
Show your beautiful shadow!
You should be a symbol of our country,
Let her flag carry your laughter.
Look, it's right below you, it's big,
That's England, my dear hometown,
I'm wandering in a foreign country she doesn't like,
I feel sorry for her, but I hope you two:
The same fate, the same hope;
The same profession, the same honor.
She lives on a lonely road.
She lives on a lonely road,
Living near the wild pigeon spring,
No one praised her as a girl,
Few people will fall in love with her:
A violet from Shimada Hanzo,
Open next to a mossy stone;
As beautiful as a star, flickering-
Hanging in the sky uniquely.
She was silent when she was alive,
No one was around when he died;
But Lucy has been buried in the grave!
For me, everything has changed!
The hometown of this stringed instrument is far away.
"Singer, what's your voice?
Nothing exciting, nothing to listen to? "
"Madam, you must forgive the dryness of these strings.
Think about it, the hometown of this stringed piano is far away. "
Simple answer! Even so, my thoughts are still surging.
Like the gurgling spring in Kastari, it gushes out.
Poetry of life and the sacred art of love.
They seem to have the miracle of psychic stone:
From innocent people to obedient people
The neck on the gallows, the glittering axe retracted.
Human beings sincerely go, the sun, the moon and the stars.
Can't help it! So you should be easy to understand:
The poor harpsichord is in harmony with the master's sorrow.
Because he is far from home, he plays a disturbing piece of music.
I have wandered in a foreign land overseas.
I am wandering in a foreign land overseas,
Among strangers;
England, only then,
I know how much I love you.
That melancholy dream is gone forever!
I don't want to leave you again-
Don't want to leave your shore again, because,
It seems that I love you more and more.
I used to feel the happiness I longed for-
Between your mountains;
My baby daughter used to spin a spinning wheel-
By the fire in my hometown.
Show during the day and hide at night.
The pavilion where Lucy stayed;
Lucy saw this land for the last time.
It's your green space.
The echo of the mountain
By the way, this is the echo of the mountain.
Lonely, clear and deep;
Responding to the cuckoo's song,
Sound to sound, rhyme to rhyme.
Is an uninvited answer,
Throw it to the chattering wanderer,
Like her usual crying,
Same? Is it? -there is a big difference!
Is it clear that every ear in the world is listening carefully?
We are still confused.
Indulge in stupidity, the desire for oceans and disputes,
We can't tell the difference between these two sounds?
We didn't get an answer? I don't know,
I got it, but I don't know where it came from;
Ah, it's an echo, from a distant grave,
Confirm the wisdom information!
From far away, sometimes vividly.
Echoes fall into the ears of our hearts,
Listen, meditate and cherish forever;
This is nature. It belongs to me.
The new beauty is always associated with the old.
The new beauty is always associated with the old.
Close relationship with the motherland;
The life of all things, no matter what we see,
Depends on a strange story.
All the beautiful shadows in the sky,
Beautiful scenery of fields and trees,
Fear of becoming a dummy; In order to have a good view,
If you want to have fun, you must have deep love.
Huxiang sunset
How charming! Watching the sunset in the west
How to change the artistic conception and image of this landscape?
Here, the mountains, grasslands and Woods in the light and shadow,
As if disappearing into the dense fog;
There, looking for light,
Make all the images look beautiful;
Here, purple shadows,
Seems to be immersed in a lot of things;
White huts and birch branches,
It looks elegant in the soft light;
The rotating shadow of chestnut trees,
Cover the roof of the boathouse;
The ship receives the light of the sunset from the side,
Then throw it into the trembling lake, and it will shine brightly;
The sheep over there raise clouds of dust,
Rise on the road, diffuse into the distance;
The shepherd seems to be involved in the halo fire shadow,
Sometimes it disappears, and sometimes it shows a vague figure.
The breeze died down,
The calm lake is bluish;
The swaying poplar leaves fell asleep,
Dust-like insects covered the mirror-like lake;
After a while, the surrounding lake turned into a blue-green pearl.
Slowly, the light spot turned into a long crystal line;
This place has become a poor field,
Blinking with endless strange light and flame.
The faint ripples there are gentle,
The wavefront image is smoothed by soft light;
Finally, the whole wide lake rested quietly.
As clear as a mirror;
Only the charcoal boat in the shadow of the trees in the west monopolizes Qinghui.
The oars kept paddling along the shore of the lake.
The path next to pigeon spring
By the pigeon spring, by the quiet path,
There lived a girl.
No one comes to appreciate loneliness,
She is in the loneliness of love.
Moss-covered stone embankment
Cover with violet;
The star is so handsome,
When she was alone in the night sky.
No one knows the age of life,
Few people have heard of the days of land trust;
Lucy is now resting in the arms of Mother Earth.
Leave me a completely different world.
narcissus
I wander alone, like a lonely cloud.
Fly over canyons and hilltops;
Suddenly I saw a dense group-
It is a huge golden daffodil;
They are in the shade,
Dance gracefully in the breeze.
Like the stars of the Milky Way-
Reflecting the night sky, dark and bright;
Narcissus is on the shore of the lake bay.
A Huang Cancan stretches forward;
I can see thousands at a glance-
Turn your head when dancing.
Water waves dance everywhere, but daffodils
Dancing is happier than sparkling water waves;
With such a happy friend,
The poet's heart is full of happiness!
I read it again and again, but it's hard to understand.
What wealth did this scene give me:
Because, sometimes my mood is at a loss.
Or lie on the sofa and think hard,
This daffodil often flashes in front of my eyes.
Let me put the lonely Fuan family-
At this time, my heart is full of joy.
Dancing with daffodils.
A loss flooded my mind.
A loss flooded my mind;
I don't have human fears:
It seems that over the years,
She won't feel anything anymore.
Now she is motionless and lifeless;
Can't hear or see;
Only trees and rocks,
Circle with the earth every day.
Louisa
Louisa and I met in the shade,
Seen such a charming girl.
I want to compare her to a fairy,
She is so agile and energetic;
She jumped down from the windowsill,
Like a splashing stream in May.
She loves her fire, she loves her hut,
She likes to walk in the wilderness,
No matter the cold wind or the drizzle.
When she stood in the wind and rain,
How much I want to kiss Shan Yu.
Shiny drops of water splashed on her cheeks.
Might as well take everything from me on earth,
As long as she walks along the stream against the wind
Looking for waterfalls upstream,
Give me a long time to get along with her,
Snuggle up with her under the wall of an ancient cave,
Or next to a mossy corner.
Ah, dear.
Ah, dear, your smile is very small!
The light of that smile passed through my heart.
If my forehead reflects this brilliance,
You must be very happy to see this scene;
Just like the shy moon sees its own soft light,
Projected to the foothills and
On the pouring mountain stream,
And then reflect it back.
Robins chase butterflies
Our little robin in England,
Aren't you your favorite bird? ——
Pure bird, chest is about to drip,
When the west wind wails,
Meet me near our house.
A Norwegian farmer gave you Peter's name,
Away from Finland and Russia,
Don't people call you Thomas?
Isn't it you, the confidant of the old man and the child?
If ancestor Adam opened his sleeping eyes,
He witnessed the events in the blue sky,
He can't help but close his eyes again.
If the butterfly knows how good his friends are,
He's bound to run in this direction,
Fly down from the tree and find me some,
Look, he's so worried about running around!
This kind of bird,
Despite the difficulties,
Still suffering in the forest,
Bring leaves to cover the children?
Robin, what's bothering you,
I can't believe you're going after it.
This beautiful thing,
They have a kind heart?
Put flowers around the tree,
Come and go freely,
Is his only hope.
In autumn, I am trapped in a sad city, and you bring joy;
In summer, we find friends and partners, who bring elegance.
What prevents you from taking advantage of sunny weather,
Travel in space together and become bosom friends?
He also has scarlet spots on his wings,
As bright as your red;
Ah, pure bird, since people love you so much,
You love him too. At least don't punish dissidents.
suggestion
You'd better stop-look carefully with bright eyes,
The mobile hut was guarded in a secluded corner,
Hold on to your feelings, it has its own direction,
My own grass, even my own day.
Don't think too much, don't sigh,
Many people see the same thing.
Uninvited guest, do you want to learn from the book of nature?
Tear off a valuable page, with ruthless contempt!
Think about what it would be like if the cabin belonged to you,
You don't lack anything, doors, windows, roofs,
And all kinds of flowers and plants that the poor regard as sacred;
These hedge roses, branches and leaves are all like this.
But all these things you are fascinated with, as long as
When someone touches it, it will melt.
Oh, What a Night
Wonderful night, quiet and happy,
Holy time is as quiet as a nun.
Hold your breath and worship; The pulse is oblique.
The figure is serene and slowly sinks to the west;
Looking down at the sea, the sky is tender and tender,
Listen, the vast sea is waking up,
Eternal movement, waves and wave competition,
It sounds like thunder and it will last forever.
Good boy, * * * I wander here,
Although unmoved by serious thoughts,
All of my heart's fragrance is still true,
Spent many years in Abraham's arms,
Worship gods in temples,
I didn't know that the Emperor of Heaven was already in my heart.
Jones, shoulder to shoulder, the two of us.
Jones, shoulder to shoulder, the two of us.
Go south from Calais on the main road.
The road is a grand occasion of "credulity day";
People swear allegiance to freedom,
The sound of joy echoed in the sky:
The ancient earth is as excited as the human heart,
Far and near are songs, crowns and laughter,
There are many flags and happy faces.
Today, these past events only exist.
Two lonely and sad greetings:
"Good morning, citizen!" An empty one.
Words seem to come from the dead man's throat.
I'm not desperate, though sad as a bird-
The severe winter deprived her hometown of the green barrier.
Tinden Abbey
Five years have passed, five summers, and
Five long winters! I heard it again.
These underwater sounds, rolling out of the mountain spring,
Whispering in inland streams. ——
Seeing these steep cliffs,
This scene of wilderness left a deep impression on people.
Thought is a secluded impression: mountains and rivers,
Connect the tranquility of the sky.
When this day comes, I will rest here again.
In the shade of the fig tree. neglect
Fields full of farmhouses and orchards,
In this season, the fruit is not ripe yet.
Cover yourself in a lush green.
In bushes and trees. Once again I
When you see a tree stem, maybe it is not a hedge, but a row.
Naughty tree spirits running in the wild: these pastoral scenery,
All the way to the door; Smoke curled up
Rise quietly at the top of the forest!
It's erratic, like some
Wanderers walk in homeless forests,
Maybe it's a cave with noble scholars, alone.
Sit by the fire.
These beautiful bodies
Although it has been a long time, I haven't forgotten it.
Unlike a blind man facing the beautiful scenery in front of him:
However, when I live alone in a room, I am in
The noise in town. When I am exhausted,
They bring a sweet feeling,
Into the blood, into the heart,
Even my purest thoughts,
I'm quiet again:-and those who have forgotten for a long time.
The feeling of happiness, those happiness
Maybe the best time for a good man.
There is a far from slight and ordinary influence,
Are obscure and trivial things that have long been forgotten,
But full of goodwill and friendship. Not only that,
I gained another ability from them,
There is a higher form, a sense of satisfaction,
This whole mysterious burden is incomprehensible.
The tiresome pressure of the world, suddenly
Mitigate; A quiet and happy mood,
Listen to tenderness and guide us forward,
Until our bodies stop breathing,
Even human blood is stagnant,
Our bodies go to sleep,
Become a living soul,
At this time, the power of harmony, joy and deep power,
Let our eyes gradually become peaceful,
We can clearly see the inner life of things.
If this is just
A false belief, but, oh! So often—
In the dark, in various forms.
On a boring day; When useless boring.
The world is very hot.
Every beat of the heart—
I often turn to you spiritually,
Ah, the Huaihe River with lush green leaves! You walk in the forest,
I often turn to you spiritually.
Now, the glimmer of thought is infinite,
Many familiar things are vague,
With a hint of frustration and embarrassment,
The image of the mind reappears;
Standing here, I not only feel
The pleasure of the moment, also pleased to think.
Life and food are in reserve for the next few years.
After a while. So, I dare hope,
Although I am no longer the same, I am no longer a newcomer.
Although I am like a deer on this mountain,
Jump between mountains, on both sides of the river
Running around and staying by a lonely stream,
Guided by nature: not much like a
When pursuing something you love, you'd better say it is.
Avoid fear. Because nature at that time
Nowadays, the vulgar happiness of childhood,
Playing with animals has disappeared)
Everything is everything to me. -my state of mind at that time
It's hard to draw. Roaring waterfall
Like a passion lingering in my heart; Boulders,
High mountains, dark and dense forests,
Their color and shape used to be
My desires, feelings, love,
You don't need to give them ideas.
Deep charm is not needed.
Interest beyond sight. -Time goes by,
All the joys mixed with pain will never reappear,
The giddy ecstasy of people today has also disappeared. I no longer
Depressed, sad, and complaining about it; Another kind of ability
For me, this kind of loss,
I've been compensated, I'm convinced.
Because I learned how to look at nature, I don't like it anymore.
Young and inexperienced young people; But I often hear it.
The quiet and melancholy music of life,
Elegant, pleasing to the ear, but full of purification.
And the power of restraint. I think.
What is in the joy of lofty thoughts?
Let me move; A noble idea,
Be deeply involved in something,
As if living in the afterglow of the sunset.
The vast ocean and fresh air,
Blue sky and human mind;
A kind of strength, a kind of spirit, drives
Subject and object of thought
Through everything in the universe, it keeps running. So,
I still love grasslands, forests and mountains;
Everything this green earth can see.
Everything you see and hear about the world.
There are many forests, forests, all created by imagination.
There are feelings to know. I'm glad to find that
In the language of nature and feeling,
Hiding the iron anchor of the purest thoughts,
Nurses, guides and guardians of the mind.
The soul of my whole spiritual life.
Even if I didn't
I won't have more education like this.
Corroded by this gentle spirit,
Because you stand with me.
By the beautiful river, you, my dearest friend,
Dear, dear friend; In your voice
I caught the language of my former heart, which flowed in your eyes.
In the wild eyes, I relived it again.
Happiness in the past. Ah! I want it a little longer.
Let me look for the old me in you,
Honey. Dear sister! I'll pray for it,
I know that nature has never abandoned it.
Love her heart; This is her special elegance,
Throughout our lives. From joy
Lead to joy; Because she can give
Our deep hearts are full of vitality and left to us.
Our quiet and beautiful impression, and sublime.
Thoughts nourish us. It creates gossip,
Impatient arbitrariness, cynicism of selfish people,
An unsympathetic perfunctory response, and
All the boring interactions in daily life,
We can't give in, we can't destroy it.
There is no doubt that our optimistic belief.
Everything we see is full of happiness. Therefore,
Let the moonlight shine on your lonely roaming,
Let the misty mountain wind be free.
Blow you; So in the years to come.
When these crazy surprises become
Calm and mean, when your mind
Into a building that captures all the beautiful things,
Your memory is like a place to live.
All sweet and harmonious music; Ah! At that time,
Even loneliness, fear, pain or sadness will become
Your destiny, you will still be full of tender joy.
Remember me along these healthy routes,
And my encouragement! Even if I go far.
Never hear your lovely voice again,
No longer in your wild eyes
See the light of my past life.-neither will you.
Forget that we are on this charming river.
Once stood side by side; And I, A. ...
Here comes the man who has worshipped nature for a long time.
Investment is undiminished: nothing more than saying that you are pregnant.
A cavity more passionate love-ah! More sincere enthusiasm,
More sacred love. You won't forget,
After years of wandering around the world, a long time
Separation, these towering forests and steep cliffs,
This green pastoral scenery makes me feel closer.
This has its own charm, but also because of you.