A foreign poem about autumn 1. Foreign modern autumn poems.
I just thought of two foreign modern poems related to autumn. When I get home and look through these books, if there are any, I'll make up for them. ...
Walking in late autumn
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.
I like the last paragraph of this song best. Very artistic and beautiful ~ ~)
Qiu Turgenev (Russia)
Like sad eyes, I love autumn.
On a foggy and quiet day
I often go to the woods and sit there-
It looks like a white sky
The top of the dark pine forest.
I like chewing sour leaves,
Lying on the grass, with a lazy smile,
Listen to the shrill cries of woodpeckers.
I'm thinking about all kinds of strange fantasies.
The grass has withered ... I'm going.
A layer of cold light appeared. ...
My whole heart is addicted to
Freedom to be happy and sad ...
What, I don't remember?
What fantasy didn't come to visit me?
The pine forest bent down like a living person,
Make noise during meditation ...
Then, suddenly, a gust of wind blew.
Like a flock of big birds,
Between the dark branches,
Shouting impatiently.
(1842) translated by Ge Baoquan.
This song is about autumn and should meet your requirements. )
2. What are the ancient poems about autumn, modern poems about autumn and foreign poems about autumn?
"Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains" Tang
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Autumn night Tang Wangwei
At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes.
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
Midnight Qiu Ge Tang Libai
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
Qiudeng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building Tang Libai
In the picturesque river, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sky is clear. The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
"Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
On Zhang's Autumn Climbing to Country-specific Mountains.
Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
Tang Du Mu in Autumn Night
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.
Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
Du Fu in Gordon Tang Dynasty
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
Zhong Qiu yue song sushi
The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Bai Juyi in Mid-Autumn Festival and Tang Dynasty
Wan Li's beauty is incredible, adding sorrow, benefiting and hating to travel around the world.
Who is stationed outside Gansu for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court?
After falling out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital that night, but when the veteran went upstairs.
According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing.
Tumu-mountaineering trail
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
3. Autumn sentences written by foreign poets
Autumn in Rome (for Cyril Connolly) by Auden >; & gt
The waves beat against the dock;
Heavy rain in the wilderness
Beat an abandoned train;
Gangsters crowded the cave.
The illusion is all over the evening dress;
Treasury agent passed
Sewers in remote towns
Chasing the absconding tax evaders.
The secret ritual of magical desire
The prostitute in the temple fell asleep;
All scholars and scholars
Everyone has an imaginary friend.
Lofty and exciting Cardo
May praise ancient discipline,
But the stiff navy mutiny.
This is for food and wages.
How warm Caesar's double bed is.
Be a clerk.
In the formal form of pink
Write "I don't like my job".
Wealth or pity is not given,
Little bird with red legs,
Squatting on their spotted eggs,
Look at every city where the flu is rampant.
Move away together, countless
Herds of reindeer pass through.
Golden moss after golden moss,
Silent.
1940
Akimatsu
keats
1
There is fog and ripe fruit in autumn.
You become friends with the mature sun;
You conspired to use countless beads,
The eaves of Mao are covered with vines;
Let the old tree in front of the house bear apples,
Let the ripe taste penetrate into the heart of the fruit,
Make the gourd swell the hazelnut shell,
Good into the sweet core; It's too late for bees to bloom again and again,
Let them think that the days will be warm forever, because summer fills their sticky nests early.
2
Who doesn't often see you with the barn?
You can also find it in the fields.
Mi sometimes sits on the threshing floor at will,
Let the hair flutter gently with the wind of winnowing the grain;
Sometimes, addicted to the fragrance of poppies,
You're lying on a half-harvested ridge,
Let the sickle rest next to the flowers in the flower bed next door;
Or, like a gleaner across a stream,
You hold your head high, carry a grain bag, and cast your reflection.
Or sit under a fruit juicer for hours,
You patiently looked at the slowly dripping wine slurry.
three
Ah. Where is Haruka?
But don't think about it, you also have your music-when the wavy clouds reflect a dying day,
Wipe the scattered fields with cinnabar,
At this time, a group of small flying insects under the river willows played a mourning together.
They fly high and fall with the wind;
Crickets under the fence are singing, and robins with red breasts are whistling in the garden;
And the sheep bleated loudly and silently in the mountain circle;
Swallows in Cong Fei are whispering in the sky.
4. English poems about autumn
Autumn Fire robert louis stevenson is in other gardens and the whole valley. Look at the smoke trail from the autumn bonfire! Happy summer has passed, all the summer flowers, red flames and gray smoke towers. Sing a song of the season! In short, it is bright! Summer flowers, autumn fire! In autumn, robert louis stevenson brings inspiration to other gardens. Get up and watch the smoke in the autumn bonfire in the valley! A pleasant summer is better than the gray smoke tower of smallpox and all the fiery fireworks in summer.
Sing a four-season song! Of all the bright things! The summer I spent caught fire in autumn.
5. What are the ancient poems about autumn, modern poems about autumn and foreign poems about autumn?
Autumn night in the mountains, Tang, after the rain, the autumn night stands, the moonlight in the pine forest, the crystal stone in the stream, the bamboo language of the laundry girl, the lotus leaf before the fishing boat, the spring has gone, and Wang Sunzi can stay. Autumn night songs, Tang Wangwei, Gui Bosheng, autumn colors are slightly exposed, but they are too thin to change clothes. Andrew worked hard for a long time at night, and he was afraid to leave the room. Midnight Qiu Ge, Tang Li Bai Chang 'an is full of clothes. The autumn wind blows endlessly. My husband is back from a long campaign! . "Autumn Climbing the North Tower of Xuancheng Xie Tiao" Tang Libai's Jiangcheng scenery is picturesque, the mountains can be seen clearly, the rain shines in the mirror, the rainbow falls on the double bridge, people are cold orange pomelo, and the autumn leaves are old phoenix trees. Who goes to the North Tower? The wind is on Xie Highway. "Sleeping at Jiande" Tang Meng Haoran When my boat was sailing in the fog, at dusk, ancient memories began to emerge: how vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how clear the moon in the water is! Climb Country-specific ones, and look great in Qiu Lai. In the white clouds of Beishan, hermits are happy. He climbed up from the other side, his heart following the geese. If the weather is not so refreshing this autumn, I will look at the river bank and rest on the beach with the villagers who come home until the ferry comes back. There are trees like a row of grass on the horizon and an island like the moon by the river. I hope you will come to see me, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival. "Autumn Night" Tang Du Mu silver candle Qiu Guang painted a cold screen, waving a small fan and flapping fireflies. It's as cool as water at night, sitting and watching morning glory and Vega. "Ascending the Mountain" Tang Du Fu was in a hurry, and the apes screamed and moaned, and Bai Niao flew back. Endless falling trees and rustling sound, the Yangtze River is rolling in. Heartache and fatigue are a thick layer of dust in my wine. "Mid-Autumn Moon" Song Sushi's twilight clouds are full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. The night is not long in this life. Where can I see the bright moon next year? "Mid-Autumn Moon" Tang Bai Juyi's "Wan Li Incredible" adds sorrow and hatred to the world. Who is guarding outside Gansu for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court? After falling out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital the night before the veteran went upstairs. According to how many people were heartbroken by him, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad stayed far away. Tu Mu-Mountain Walk is far from Hanshan, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
6. Are there any English poems about autumn?
Autumn night in the mountains, empty mountains after the rain, autumn night in the mountains, Shan Ye is bare after the rain, standing in the autumn evening, autumn permeates the evening air, moonlight shines in the pine forest, and the bright moonlight walks among the pine trees; Crystal gems in the stream. Clear water is flowing on the crystal stone. Bamboo whispers to the laundry girl who goes home, and bamboo whispers to the laundry girl; ; The fishing boat waded in the water and the lotus shook. My friend's prince, when you are here, what does it matter that spring has passed? The fragrant spring may pass. . Steels, this is where you stay.
7. English poetry about autumn
Poems about autumn (two poems) = = = = = = = = = = = Leave as soon as the leaves fall. Leaves are an invitation to winter. As soon as the sun sets, the leaves will wither. Leaves are suntanned tea leaves. Come as soon as the snow falls. Leaves are close relatives of snowflakes. Time to go. It's time to leave. It's time to be quiet. Time to write. It's time to welcome the future. = = = = = = = Autumn is coming, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the fruits are cool. Only leaves are sweet, cattle and sheep are fat, and the fields are painted with beautiful countryside. This is the autumn world. Autumn is white on glistening cotton petals, golden on heavy ears of grain, purple on grapes, purple on jujube trees covered with small lanterns and red in vegetable fields. Green is blue in the gurgling stream. Since Qiu Lai came, the flowers in October have put on singing wings. With the beautiful image of the wedding, they danced with joyful notes with a smile, and the red flag rose with the scenery of Xia Hong. 1, Shanxing (Tang) Du Mu is far from Hanshan, and there are people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. 2. Wang Dongting (Tang) Liu Yuxi's lake lights blend with the autumn moon, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.
Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. 3, autumn night will greet the cold at Xiaolimen (Song) Lu You three Wan Li Hedong into the sea, 5,000 meters on the skyscraper.
The adherents were in tears and wanted to wait in Julian Waghann for another year. 4. "Mountain Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei is a stranger in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives every holiday.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. 5, a note to a friend in the north on a rainy night (Tang) Li Shangyin Jun asked that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose autumn pool.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. Autumn night in the mountains (Tang dynasty), Wang Wei, empty mountain after rain, stands in autumn night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. 7. Autumn Night Trip (Tang) Wang Weigui has a slight autumn dew, and Luo has lost weight and has not changed his clothes.
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep. 8. "Jiande Night Sleeping" (Tang Dynasty) Meng Haoran "My boat is moving forward in the fog, the day is getting shorter, and the memories of the old days begin.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. This answer is recommended by netizens, comment 1 0XMHXZ 1. Adoption rate: 35% from the team: knife and pen are good at the world: common sense of life crosses the line of fire literature. The other answers are poems (two poems) praising autumn = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Leaves will leave soon after they fall. The leaves are in winter, please post them. As soon as the sun sets, the leaves will wither. The flowers will come soon. Fallen leaves are close relatives of snowflakes. Time to go. It's time to say goodbye It is time to be quiet. Time to write. It's time to meet again. = = = = = = = = Autumn. Since Qiu Lai, the sky is high, the clouds are light and the fruits are refreshing. Only the sweet leaves are left, and the fragrant cattle and sheep have become fat. The fields have turned into whitewashed villages. This is the autumn world. In the shining flowers. Autumn is white on cotton petals, golden on heavy ears of grain, purple on grapes, red on jujube trees covered with small lanterns, green in vegetable fields and blue in gurgling streams. Since Qiu Lai came, the flowers in October have put on the wings of singing, with the beautiful image of their wedding, laughing and jumping with happy notes.
8. What foreign poems describe the early autumn or the coming autumn?
1, Spanish and Ximenes's Autumn Overture.
In autumn, I am waiting for you at the open window. Start (a disease)
Cool my sideburns,
With lost roses.
Generous and mysterious fragrance.
The early moments have been hidden in the shadows. all
Everything ends in another way.
Love comes slowly from the broad road,
Pulse is tense.
Life is so far away. Beautiful scenery
Weave a lace and foam.
Deep in the quiet leaves over there
Entertainment hymn
Interlaced and intertwined
Gentleness is wandering.
Rise in the soil
Active and fresh breath ... autumn, I am eager. Start (a disease)
Touch my sideburns.
2. Austrians and Autumn in Rilke.
Lord, it's time. Summer is its peak.
Put your shadow on the sundial,
Let the wind blow through the pasture.
Let the last fruit of the branch be full;
Give the south two more days of fine weather,
Let them mature and put them
The last sweetness was squeezed into spirits.
No one needs to build a house at this time.
Whoever is lonely at this time will be lonely for a long time.
Wake up, read, write long letters,
Stay on the tree-lined road
Wandering and falling leaves.
3. Modern Japanese Poetry and Qiu Ge in Shimazaki Tōson.
autumn
Autumn catches my eye.
Tung-leaf grass flowers hold crystal dew.
The breeze plucked the strings of Ruman.
Green grapes put on purple shirts.
Make nectar mellow and sweet.
autumn
Autumn comes to me.
Late withered vanilla
It has been coated with silvery night cream.
The wine of laughter
Should be full of sad horns.
autumn
Autumn catches my eye.
The vegetation is golden and the autumn colors are all dyed.
Who doesn't revel in this charming autumn
With your flute, I'll sing a gentle song.
A trace of desolation swept over the forehead of wisdom.
4. The Song of Early Autumn by Elizabeth Jennings, a modern English poetess.
Look at the smell of autumn.
Come on. Everything is still like summer;
The color hasn't changed at all, air
Grow clearly on green and white.
The shade darkened, and the fields
It is full. Flowers are blooming everywhere.
Proust collected time in 1920.
In the child's cake, he will understand.
This ambiguity-
Summer is still pressing, a wisp of fine smoke
Is rising from the earth,
Prove that autumn is looking for us.
But every season is a kind of
Full of nostalgia. We named them—
Autumn and summer, winter, spring-
As if mentally relaxed.
Our emotions and give them external forms.
We want something definite and solid.
But I was taken back to my childhood, which wasn't.
I will, over there.
Autumn is bonfire, billiards and smoke;
I leaned against the window,
The air is filled with memories.
When I say autumn, autumn is bad.
5. In the early autumn.
In early autumn,
For a short and magical time,-
As transparent as crystal during the day,
Evening is more brilliant. ...
Just now, the sickle was enthusiastic and the ears of grain fell.
As far as I know, it's empty,
There is that slender spider silk in the throat.
Shining on the idle furrow.
The air is more empty and birds are extinct.
But I didn't feel the threat of the coming heavy snow.
Only pure and warm blue.
Pour into the fields of rest ...
9. Autumn sentences written by foreign poets
Autumn in Rome (for Cyril Connolly) by Auden >; & gt The waves beat against the pier; The heavy rain in the wilderness whipped an abandoned train; Gangsters crowded the cave.
The illusion is all over the evening dress; Agents of the Ministry of Finance chased tax evaders who fled through sewers in remote towns. The secret ceremony of magic makes prostitutes in temples sleep; All scholars have an imaginary friend.
The lofty and exciting Cardo may praise the ancient discipline, but the rigid navy soldiers defected for food and salary. How warm Caesar's double bed was when a trivial clerk wrote "I don't like my job" on a pink official form.
Wealth and tide wait for no man, red-legged bird, squatting on its spotted eggs, watching every city where the flu is rampant. Leaving together, countless reindeer herds pass through one golden moss after another, silently and quickly.
1940 Autumn Ode to Keats 1 In the foggy and mature autumn, you become friends with the mature sun; You plot to cover the vines under the eaves with countless beads of Buddha; Let the old tree in front of the house carry the apples, let the ripe taste penetrate into the core of the fruit, let the gourd swell, swell out the hazelnut shell and stuff it into the sweet core; For bees, flowers that bloom too late again and again make them think that the days will be warm forever, because summer fills their sticky nests early. Who doesn't often see you with the barn? You can also find it in the fields. Sometimes I will sit on the threshing floor at will and let my hair float lightly with the wind. Sometimes, fascinated by the smell of poppies, you lie on the half-harvested ridge and let the sickle rest next to the flowers in the next border; Or, like a gleaner crossing a stream, you hold your head high with a grain bag on your back and cast a reflection, or just sit under the fruit for a few minutes and watch the slowly dripping wine slurry patiently.
Ah. Where are the songs of spring? But don't think, you also have your music-when the wavy clouds reflect a dying day, the fields with broken stems are covered with scarlet, and then a group of small flying insects will sing together under the river willow, and they will rise and fall with the breeze; Crickets under the fence are singing, and robins with red breasts are whistling in the garden; And the sheep bleated loudly and silently in the mountain circle; Swallows in Cong Fei are whispering in the sky.