Pushkin (Russia 1799- 1837)
Frost and sunshine, what a beautiful day!
Charming friend, but you are sleeping.
It's time, beauty, wake up!
Open your sleepy eyes closed by happiness.
Please come out, as the morning star in the north,
Come and meet the goddess of the morning glow in the north!
Last night, you remember, the snow was spinning,
The sinister sky is shrouded in darkness.
The yellow moon behind the dark clouds
Like pale spots in the night sky.
You sit there, bored-
But now ... Ah, please look out the window:
Under the blue sky, it looks like a tapestry.
Spread brilliantly on the Yuan Ye.
A large area of snow shines with sunshine,
Only the transparent Woods are darkening.
And fir branches through the frost.
Radiant green: the frozen river is bright.
Amber lit up the whole room.
It's shining. In a new fire
Make a pleasant crackling sound.
It's really beautiful to lie in bed and daydream at this time.
However, should you call someone earlier?
Put the brown horse on the sleigh!
Dear friends, have a nice trip.
Let's slide through the early morning snow.
Let that fierce horse run,
Let's visit the clearing.
The forest that grew not long ago,
That river bank is too good for me.
Pushkin was a great Russian poet in the19th century. His poems have various forms and rich rhythms, and have a beautiful, delicate, brisk and clear style.
narcissus
Wordsworth (English 1770—— 1850)
I roam alone! It's like crossing a valley.
A cloud floats leisurely,
Suddenly I raised my eyes and saw a clump.
Golden daffodils, colorful and dense;
By the lake, in the shade,
Swing and dance in the wind.
It is as dense as a star.
Shining up and down the galaxy,
This daffodil, along the lake bay.
Form an endless line;
At first glance, I caught a glimpse of thousands of plants.
Shake the corolla and dance.
The ripples on the lake also dance with the wind,
Daffodils are happier than ripples;
With such a happy partner,
How can a poet not feel relaxed and happy!
I stared at it for a long time, but I never thought of it.
What a rare opportunity this beautiful scenery has given me.
Since then, whenever I lie on the sofa,
Or depressed, or overwhelmed,
Narcissus, it flashed in my mind-
Lonely time is my paradise;
My heart is full of joy,
Dancing with daffodils.
Wordsworth is the main representative of English "Lake Poet" romantic poetry. His poems are full of emotion and plain language. This narcissus is easy to understand, but full of poetry.
(Tuesday, February 6, 2006, 5438+0)
A stout plum tree
(Su 1895—— 1925)
A stout plum tree,
Open it with a spring,
Golden branches,
Grow like curly hair.
Sweet dew,
Dropping down the bark;
Leaving a green trace of spices,
Shining silver.
Satin nail
Shining in the dew,
Like bright earrings,
Put it on a pretty girl's ear.
Where the residual snow melts,
On the grass near the roots,
A silver stream,
Happy flow all the way.
The stout plum tree stretches its branches,
Give off a charming fragrance,
Golden green sign,
Reflecting sunlight.
The stream makes waves of broken jade,
Splashed on the branches of the thick plum tree,
Playing the strings under the cliff,
Sing for her affectionately.
A famous Russian poet in the Soviet Union. His poems mainly describe the natural scenery of the countryside and have strong appeal.
The tree by the window.
Frost (USA 1874—— 1963)
The tree by my window, the tree by my window,
When night falls, I close the window;
But don't draw the curtains,
So as not to separate you from me.
You are a hazy dream shadow rising on the ground,
You are as erratic as a cloud,
Everything you preach loudly with your light tongue,
Not everything makes sense.
But tree, I saw the wind shaking you.
If you catch a glimpse of me sleeping in this room,
You'll see that I'm being stirred violently,
Almost swept by the storm.
The fate of that day is due to its playfulness,
Linking the two of us together:
You are influenced by the external climate,
And I am the inner wind and rain.
Robert Frost, the most famous American poet in the 20th century. His poems are mainly about pasture and countryside, and the language is clear, simple, delicate and subtle. This poem is about a tree by the window, and the theme falls on the inner agitation.
(Tuesday, 20 February 2006, 5438+0)
Intelligent star
Heine (Germany 1797- 1856)
Flowers can easily touch people's feet,
Most people will be trampled;
Whether shy or bold,
People always crush it when they walk by.
Pearls are hidden in the treasure chest of the sea,
But it will also be discovered,
Drill them, buckle them,
Tie the silk rope firmly.
Stars are smart, and they have reason.
Far away from us;
The stars are hanging in the sky,
Like the lamp of the world, always safe.