Tang Dynasty: Chen Ziang
No one can see the ancient wisdom of the ancient king, only those wise men who can't see the afterlife can see it.
Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.
Translation: We can't see the ancient holy king who accepted talents widely, nor can we see the wise king who was thirsty for talents in later generations. Only the world is boundless, and I can't stop crying with sadness.
2. Evil
Han Dynasty: Anonymous
Evil, I want to know you, and I want to live a long life.
I long to know you, long live, this heart will never fade. Unless the towering mountains disappear, unless the raging rivers dry up. Unless thunder rolls in the cold winter, unless it snows heavily in the hot summer, unless heaven and earth meet and connect, I dare to abandon my feelings for you until such a thing happens!
Translation: Oh, my God! I am eager to know you and cherish you, and my heart will never fade. Unless the majestic mountains disappear, unless the raging rivers dry up. Unless thunder is rolling in the cold winter, unless it snows heavily in the hot summer, and unless heaven and earth intersect, I dare to abandon my affection for you until all this happens!
3. Qingming
Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian
Every holiday season, I miss my relatives, peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.
Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
During the Qingming Festival, peach, red, plum and white are like smiling faces. Graves overgrown with weeds in the fields are sad. Spring thunder rolled, waking up the hibernating dragons and snakes, and timely rain moistened the soft vegetation in the suburbs.
In ancient times, Qi people went in and out of graves to beg for food and sacrifice, showing off to their wives and concubines. Some mesons refused to be officials and were burned to death. Who knows whether they are poor and stupid or virtuous and clean? Now there is nothing left but weeds.
4. Night abroad
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.
I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .
The breeze blows the fine grass on the river bank, and the high-masted boat is moored alone at night. The stars are hanging in the sky, and Ye Ping looks very broad; The moonlight is surging with the waves, and the river is rolling eastward. Is my article famous? You should be dismissed even if you are old and sick. What's it like to wander around alone? Like a lonely Sha Ou between heaven and earth.
Step 5 go upstairs
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Flowers are close to tall buildings and far away from my hometown. I am very sad. There are disasters everywhere in this country, so I climbed up to see them.
The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable.
The imperial court, like the North Star, will not change in the end, and the Western Hills of Kohl will not invade Tibet.
Alas, the ruler and emperor of Shu are still enjoying sacrifices in the temple, and I will recite Liang Yinfu in the evening.
Going upstairs and looking at the spring, it is more and more sad to see the flower wanderer; It is difficult for Wanfang to be full of worries. I'm here to board the plane. The court of Datang is really as unshakable as Polaris; Tubo Yidimo came to harass the futile invasion again. It's a pity that Liu was so stupid that he set up a temple to worship; At dusk, I will learn from Kong Ming and sing Fu Liang.
I really want to have my own little world. I want to walk out of my little world in the form of poetry. White is better than snow, and flying butterflies linger around me. All the noise seems to be cut off from the other world. I saw myself being mottled by the lingering shadow for several seasons, and then I burned in loneliness, fell into my eyes and burned my eyes. I gave an ignorant smile ... I told time that I wanted to go far away. It smiled. Why stay away? And then left without leaving a trace. I just watched it come and go in a hurry, until a tangled curve suddenly grew in my palm, and I suddenly woke up and began to look for a dream like a kite. I know that I am as small as a grain of sand in my eyes, and a tear is enough to make me disappear. In retrospect, I was afraid of falling and suffering, so I let go of time bit by bit. And I've been holding back. I fantasize that I can weave my dreams in my world forever, but standing in the sun, the shadow tells me to let go. I told my mother that I was afraid that I would never leave my life. Her Ming Che eyes are full of tenderness, and you still have love, son! So, I took a step, maybe the front is full of thorns, flying sand and stones, and huge waves, but I am really not afraid. I can hear a voice calling from the bottom of my heart, and I feel a force expanding in my body instantly ... stepping on the solid land under my feet, making my tears fall heavily, and then evaporating into a blue sky of love, making all the lips of Hua Song smile with a clear cloud. One day, I suddenly turned around.
3. The poem "I really want to have my own small world" I really want to have my own small world and live freely. I don't need my father to ask. How nice it would be! At school, wearing a fat school uniform, living a life of two places and one line, listless and depressed in class! I really want to have a small world of my own. It is also happy to create and learn by myself and create a naughty robot! I really want to have a small world of my own, no one can stop me from playing, and there is no teacher's reprimand and homework burden.
I really want to have a small world of my own. I can sit quietly on the table and write down my secrets. Listening to the music melody flowing slowly outside the window, I suddenly feel that this is a kind of enjoyment. I really want to have a small world of my own, without my mother's nagging in my ear and my father's blame. How nice it would be! I really want to have my own little world! .