This is autumn.
Leaves are falling in my heart,
Brown leaves
Snail handling
There are traces of bile.
Bitter words were written down.
Violin notes
Sobbing, pulling
My heart set out.
Embark on a long journey.
The boat rocked on the green water.
The smell of decay is very strong.
Water weaves a curtain of kindness.
Cover your eyes.
Avoid separated scenes.
It all ends here-
Your hand
Get out of my hand.
2. What farewell poems are there abroad?
What is your memory?
Don't waste time.
Vivre Danish souvenir
Horace of Espoo.
"goodbye"
* Where is the train?
This is my ability.
The first part.
The first part.
I know what to do.
Different, but I think
I know what to do.
My secret
But do you know
This is your birthday.
& This is my ability.
The first part.
The first part.
Before that, I can't call the police.
He gave me the resources.
I know what to do.
In these bras, I saw my notebook.
I want to buy a souvenir.
A team
What time does the train arrive?
This is my ability.
The first part.
The first part.
I don't know what you are doing.
What is your memory?
Don't waste time.
Vivre Danish souvenir
Hello, darling
I said I was too late!
What time does the train arrive?
This is my ability.
The first part.
The first part.
I shouldn't have come.
I should learn to lie.
Keep your smile in your memory.
I should give up hope.
Say goodbye to you like this
Look at this train.
Fade away ...
I know it's hard.
But I still have to study.
Hide one's feelings
But what good is it to lie to you?
I'm sorry to see you leave.
After all, I didn't shed a tear.
Your smile relaxes me.
I tried to find
A little comfort
What I want is
Snuggle in your arms.
With your warmth
In order to protect the memory of the past
I shouldn't have come.
I should learn to lie.
Keep your smile in your memory.
But these ideas are all in vain.
It's too late
3. A long foreign poem, about my parting with Turgenev (Russia) when I left you.
When I left you-
I don't want to keep my words to myself,
How much I loved you then,
Love as much as I can.
But I'm not satisfied with our meeting,
I am stubbornly silent-
I don't want to know you either.
Deep and sad eyes.
You always talk to me.
That dear hometown.
But that joy, my God,
Now it's a foreign land for me!
Believe it: I have lived for a long time since then.
Endure a lot of sadness ...
I also put in a lot of fun,
There are many stupid tears that have been forgotten!
As for the farewell poem, the foreign country should be shorter when I leave you. Turgenev (Russia) (1843) When I leave you-I don't want to break my word to myself. At that time, I loved you beyond measure.
But I was not happy when we met. I stubbornly keep silent-I don't want to know your deep and sad eyes. You always tell me about that dear hometown.
But that kind of happiness, my god, has become a foreign land for me now! Believe it: since then, I have lived a lot of time and endured a lot of sadness ... and I have forgotten a lot of joy and a lot of stupid tears! Note: This poem was written by Turgenev to his good friend bakunin's third sister tatyana Alek Sandrov bakunin. 184 1 After returning from Berlin in, Turgenev visited PriMusino, a manor in bakunin, in autumn, and had a crush on bakunin during his visit.
1842 After they broke up in March, Turgenev wrote to her on March 20th: "When I left Moscow, I couldn't help but leave you a few heartfelt words ...". I want to forget everything, including your eyes, but now I see your eyes so vivid and clear.
I have never loved a woman as much as I love you ... "。
5. What parting poems are there abroad? The three colors of Caldu and Italy, the stars are embedded in the middle of the ocean, and the songs die in my heart.
"Parting" Akhmatova-we are often separated-is not a few weeks, not a few months, but a few years. Finally, I tasted the cold of true freedom, and a white wreath appeared on my temples.
From then on, there will be no more affairs and defections, and you don't have to listen to me all night and pour out my absolutely correct examples-endless, like running water. Second, as usual, the soul of first love knocked on our door again, and the silver willow rushed in, looking so old and beautiful.
We are sad, we are arrogant and a little stupid, and no one dares to lift their eyes from the ground. At this moment, the bird sings for us how much we loved each other in those days with a smug voice. The last glass of wine was for the broken home, for the hardship of my own fate, for the loneliness of both of them at the same time, and for you. I drank it dry-for the lifeless cold flame in my eyes, for the suffering that God could not save, and for this cruel and rude world.
6. Farewell Poems (Foreign Language) Poems by Turgenev
When I leave you (55425)
A little flower (54529)
Spring dusk (47363)
Autumn (45542)
On the road (232 12)
Threshold (Dream) (13384)
Dialogue (10993)
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When I left you,
Turgenev (Russia)
When I left you-
I don't want to keep my words to myself,
How much I loved you then,
Love as much as I can.
But I'm not satisfied with our meeting,
I am stubbornly silent-
I don't want to know you either.
Deep and sad eyes.
You always talk to me.
That dear hometown.
But that joy, my God,
Now it's a foreign land for me!
Believe it: I have lived for a long time since then.
Endure a lot of sadness ...
I also put in a lot of fun,
There are many stupid tears that have been forgotten!
( 1843)
Note: This poem was written by Turgenev to his good friend bakunin's third sister Tajie.
Yana Alexanderov, bakunin's. Turgenev in 184 1 year
After coming back from Berlin, I visited Primusino, a manor in bakunin, and made a work in autumn.
During my stay, I fell in love with bakunin Na. 1842 After they broke up in March, Tiger
Neve wrote to her on March 20th: "When I left Moscow, I couldn't.
I won't leave you a few sweet words. I want to forget everything, including you.
Eyes, but now I see your eyes so clearly.
Light. I have never loved a woman as much as I love you ... "。
Translation: Ge Baoquan
From Poetry Magazine (1983.9. )
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When I left you,
Turgenev (Russia)
When I left you-
I don't want to keep my words to myself,
How much I loved you then,
Love as much as I can.
But I'm not satisfied with our meeting,
I am stubbornly silent-
I don't want to know you either.
Deep and sad eyes.
You always talk to me.
That dear hometown.
But that joy, my God,
Now it's a foreign land for me!
Believe it: I have lived for a long time since then.
Endure a lot of sadness ...
I also put in a lot of fun,
There are many stupid tears that have been forgotten!
7. Farewell Poems (foreign language) Poems by Turgenev When I leave you (55425) A little flower (54529) Spring dusk (47363) Autumn (45542) On the road (232 12) Threshold (dream) (13384).
Or click on the author's name on the right. Search keywords [Help] Search keywords: it can be the author, title or any part of the text. When I leave you, Turgenev (Russia) When I leave you-I don't want to keep my words to myself. At that time, I loved you crazy.
But I was not happy when we met. I stubbornly keep silent-I don't want to know your deep and sad eyes. You always tell me about that dear hometown.
But that kind of happiness, my god, has become a foreign land for me now! Believe it: since then, I have lived a lot of time and endured a lot of sadness ... and I have forgotten a lot of joy and a lot of stupid tears! (1843) Note: This poem was written by Turgenev to his good friend bakunin's third sister tatyana Alek Sandrov bakunin. 184 1 After returning from Berlin in, Turgenev visited PriMusino, a manor in bakunin, in autumn, and had a crush on bakunin during his visit.
1842 After they broke up in March, Turgenev wrote to her on March 20th: "When I left Moscow, I couldn't help but leave you a few heartfelt words ...". I want to forget everything, including your eyes, but now I see your eyes so vivid and clear.
I have never loved a woman as much as I love you ... ". ) Tip: If you don't understand Chinese characters, go to Xinhua Dictionary to search.
If you feel that there is still room for improvement, you need to add new content or correct wrong content, please edit Turgenev (Russia) when I leave you-I don't want to keep my words to myself, how much I loved you then, and I loved you as much as I could. But I was not happy when we met. I stubbornly keep silent-I don't want to know your deep and sad eyes.
You always tell me about that dear hometown. But that kind of happiness, my god, has become a foreign land for me now! Believe it: since then, I have lived a lot of time, endured a lot of sadness ... and I have forgotten a lot of joy and a lot of stupid tears.