Jasmine Blossoms Lyric Poetry 400 words
A 400-word poem about the blooming of jasmine flowers
When the jasmine flowers bloom, you are far away.
When the three drums and bells sound, who's appearance shows the vicissitudes of life, and who is in a hurry in the passing years.
Looking at the glimmer of Jingzhe all the way, I can only feel a melancholy thought in the blink of an eye.
I had you as my childhood sweetheart.
No quarrels, no suspicions.
You were not as brave as you are now, but you were able to take care of me who was shy.
You were not as tall as you are now, but in my eyes you were still upright.
Life at that time was not as exciting as it is now, but it is the best memory in my memory.
No time to ask you if you care about me
No time to ask you if you can be a little disappointed before I leave
No time to cherish, The blooming of jasmine
I have no time to tell whether you are friendship or love
I think I will probably...never forget you again
I once thought that we had So many times,
When we meet again, we can say with relief that it’s been a long time no see.
I once thought that even if the whole world was rewritten,
you would still be the same person you once were.
What we cannot defeat turns out to be not fate, but ourselves.
"I already believe that for some people, I will never have to wait."
Jasmine is also friendship and love.
When friendship bloomed, I promised never to be separated
When love bloomed, you and I were still young
I am also looking for the destiny of blooming.
Also let the years forget you and myself
Lyrics of Borrowed Scenes
Lyrics of Borrowed Scenes
1. "Night at Maple Bridge" "Moor"
Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost. The rivers, maples, and fishing fires face melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
2. "Thoughts on a Quiet Night"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
3. "Wang Yue"
Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
How about Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still young.
The clock of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dawn.
Stratus clouds grow in the chest, and returning birds enter the canthus.
From the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance.
4. "Untitled"
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
When I look into the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
5. "Farewell to Secretary Shu Yun at Xietiao Tower in Xuanzhou"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Those who abandon me will not be able to stay as of yesterday;
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Those who disturb my mind will have many worries today.
The long winds send autumn geese away for thousands of miles, and you can enjoy this in high spirits.
The Penglai article is built with bones in mind, with small Xie in the middle and clear hair.
We are all full of joy and hope, and want to go up to the blue sky to see the bright moon.
Cutting off the water with a knife will make it flow more, and raising a cup to relieve sorrow will make it even worse.
If life is unsatisfactory, the Ming Dynasty will be ruined.
6. "Staying on the Jiande River"
Tang Meng Haoran
Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk.
The sky is wide and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to people.
7. "Rain Lin Bell"
Liuyong of the Song Dynasty
The cicadas are mournful, it is late in the pavilion, and the shower has begun to stop.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent. Where there is nostalgia, the orchid boat destroys the hair.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the sky is vast and misty at dusk.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and they are even more unworthy of leaving the Qingqing Festival in the cold.
Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them.
9. "Mooring on Guazhou"
Song Wang Anshi
Between Jingkou Guazhou and the water, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
10. "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.
I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky.
I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid of the beautiful buildings and jade buildings.
It is too cold at high places.
Dance and clear the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world!
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the Qihu is low, and the light is sleepless.
There shouldn’t be any hatred, so what’s the point of saying goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes.
This is a difficult thing to do in ancient times.
I wish you a long life and a long life.
11. "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"
Zhang Ruoxu of the Tang Dynasty
The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.
Where is the spring river without the moonlight, following the waves for thousands of miles?
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like sleet.
The frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen.
The river and sky are completely dust-free, and there is only a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people?
Life is endless from generation to generation, but Jiang Yue is only similar every year;
I wonder who Jiang Yue treats? But see the Yangtze River sending water.
The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the Qingfeng Pu is full of sorrow.
Whose family is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower?
The poor moon wanders upstairs, it should be seen away from the makeup mirror.
The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and it comes back when it is smashed and brushed on the anvil.
At this time, we are looking at each other but not hearing each other, and I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
The swans fly so long that the light never reaches them, and the fish and dragons dive and leap into the water to form patterns.
Last night I talked about my dreams and the flowers fell, and it was a pity that I couldn’t go home in the middle of spring.
The water in the river is gone, and the moon is setting in the west again.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless.
I wonder how many people will return by the moon? The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love.
12. "Looking at Dongting Lake as a Presentation to Prime Minister Zhang"
Tang Meng Haoran
The lake is horizontal in August, and the emptiness is mixed with the clearness.
The clouds are steaming over Mengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.
If you want to help without a boat, you will live in shameful sage.
Sitting back and watching the fishermen only envy the fish.
13. "Autumn Dwelling in the Mountains"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.
14. "Autumn Night Song"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn dew of the Gui soul is light when it is born, and the light Luo has been thin and has not changed its clothes.
I have been playing with the silver zheng diligently for a long time, but I am too timid to return to the empty room.
15. "Midnight Autumn Song"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
There is a moon in Chang'an and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes.
The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love.
On what day when the barbarians are defeated, a good man will stop his expedition.
16. "Five Posts from the Orchid Mountains in Autumn"
Tang Meng Haoran
In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy.
Climb high only when we look at each other, and our hearts will fly away with the geese.
Worry arises in the dusk, and happiness comes in the autumn.
Sometimes I see people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest.
The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the islands on the riverside are like the moon.
Why should you bring wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival?
17. "Autumn Evening"
Du Mu of Tang Dynasty
The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.
The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega.
18. "Mid-Autumn Moon"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of miles of clear light cannot be imagined, adding sorrow and hatred to the end of the world.
Who has been garrisoning outside Long for a long time? Where can we say goodbye in front of the court?
It was the night when the old concubine returned to the hospital after falling out of favor, and the old general did not go upstairs.
According to him, how many people have broken hearts, the Jade Rabbit and the Silver Toad are far away.
19. "Su Muzhe"
Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty
The sky is blue and the leaves are yellow,
The autumn colors are rolling on the waves Cold smoke and green.
The mountains reflect the setting sun and receive water from the sky.
The fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country, chasing the thoughts of the journey,
Unless you have good dreams every night, let people sleep.
Resting and leaning alone high in the Mingyue Tower,
The wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness.
20. "The Proud Fisherman"
Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty
The scenery is different when autumn comes under the barrier,
No one pays attention when the geese leave Hengyang.
There were sounds from all directions.
Thousands of miles away, the smoke is long and the sun is setting, and the lonely city is closed.
A cup of wine can bring you thousands of miles away, but there is no way for Yan Ran to return home.
The ground is covered with frost.
When a man is sleepless, the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears.
Lyric poems containing the word "willow"
1. The golden thread of moth snow willow. Xin Qiji's "The Blue Jade Case on New Year's Eve"
2. It rains on the light thunder pond outside the willow, and the sound of raindrops and broken lotuses is heard.
Ouyang Xiu "Rain on the Thunder Pond Outside the Fairy Willows Linjiang"
3. Zhangtai Liu, Zhangtai Liu, are they still green in the past? Even if the long strip seems to be hanging down, it should be broken by someone else's hand. Han Hong's "Zhangtai Liu's Letter to the Liu Family"
4. There were few travelers at Yangliu Ferry, and Master Yi rowed towards Linqi. Wang Wei's "Send Shen Zi Back to Jiangdong"
5. The garden with music under the willow tree and the swing among the flowers. Yan Jidao's "The Courtyard of Shengge and Songs under the Broken Willows"
6. The wind returns to the small courtyard and the greenery continues, and the willow eyes continue to spring. Li Yu's "The Poppy Wind Returns to the Small Courtyard and the Greenery"
7. Photographing the willow bridge when the water rises and the fish rises. Zhou Bangyan's "Photography of the Willow Bridge in Huanxi River when the sandy water rises and the fish sky rises"
8. The willows are overcast and the drizzle is clear, and the remaining flowers have fallen and the wandering orioles can be seen. Wu Yuanheng's "Spring"
9. The yellow willow silk and the misty flowers hanging down. Chang Jian's "Two Spring Poems"
10. The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I hear the sound of people stepping on the Langjiang River. "One of Two Bamboo Branch Poems" by Liu Yuxi
11. The wind blows the willow flowers and fills the store with fragrance, and Wu Ji presses wine for guests to taste. Li Bai's "Farewell at Jinling Winery"
12. The clouds rise out of the sea and the plum blossoms cross the river in spring. Du Shenyan's "Early Spring Tour with Lu Cheng in the Jinling Mausoleum"
13. The grass is long and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are brushing against the embankments intoxicated by the spring smoke. "Village Residence" by Gao Ding
14. Spring is not yet old, the wind is gentle and the willows are slanting. Su Shi's "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River"
15. A beautiful face returns to the alley, and Mr. Wuliu is opposite the door. Wang Wei's "Fifth of Seven Pastoral Music"
16. The most wonderful thing about spring is that it beats the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. Han Yu's "Early Spring Presents the Eighteen Members of the Water Ministry"
17. Horses neigh through willows, people lean on swings and laugh, and the general teacher of Orioles and Flowers is drunk in spring. Wang Pan's "Qingming Day Trip on the Qingjiang River"
18. The most ruthless thing is the willow tree in Taicheng, which is still smoked ten miles away from the embankment. Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"
19. After a long day of sleep, I wake up without thoughts and watch children catching willow flowers. Yang Wanli's "Relaxing in Early Summer and Taking a Nap"
20. Dance low in the heart of the willow tower and sing to the wind under the peach blossom fan. Yan Jidao's "Partridges in the Sky with Colorful Sleeves Holding the Jade Bell attentively"
21. The poet's clear scene is in the New Year, and the green willows are only half yellow. Yang Juyuan's "Early Spring in the East of the City"
22. What is the most important thing about people is the crow of the white door willow. Li Bai's "Yang Bei'er"
23. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches. Su Shi's "Spring Scenery of Butterflies in Love with Flowers"
24. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, who can not forget the love of hometown. Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night"
25. The willow silk threads are made soft, and the smoke wisps are woven into sorrow. Wang Yu's "The tender eyes of the willows are charming"
26. The shore is waiting for the general to relax the willows, and the mountains are cold and want to bloom the plum blossoms. Du Fu's "Xiao Zhi"
27. As soon as I go up to the high city, I feel sad for thousands of miles, and the willows are like Tingzhou. "Xianyang City East Tower" by Xu Hun
28. The floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are vast and far away. Han Yu's "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin"
29. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. "One of Two Liangzhou Poems" by Wang Zhihuan
30. Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind keeps the willows from falling. Han Hong's "Cold Food"
31. The horses on the ancient road of Chang'an are delayed, and the tall willows are chaotic and the cicadas hiss. Liu Yong's "A Young Man's Journey to Chang'an Ancient Road, Ma Chi Chi"
32. Suddenly passed Xinfeng City and returned to Xiliu Camp. Wang Wei's "Guan Yu"
33. Spring grass grows in the pond, and the willows in the garden turn into songbirds. Xie Lingyun's "Climbing the Pond and Going Up the Floor"
34. I heard the broken willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery. Li Bai's "One of the Six Songs under the Sai"
35. Green plums are like beans and willows are like eyebrows, and butterflies fly as the day goes by. Ouyang Xiu's "Ruan Lang Returns to Nanyuan for a Mid-Spring Outing"
36. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song"
37. Xianmen faces the mountain road, and Shenliu Reading Hall. Liu Minxu's "Que Ti"
38. The weak willow Congfeng raised his sleeves suspiciously, and the orchids were exposed as if they were stained with towels. Liu Yuxi's "Recalling the End of Spring in the South of the Yangtze River"
39. There are dark willows and flowers in the bright spring. Zhang Liangneng's "The Willows and Flowers in Xiaochong Mountain are Deep in Spring"
40. Liuyin courtyard occupies the scenery, whispering clear and long days. Zeng met "Ruan Lang returned to Liuyin Courtyard to take advantage of the scenery"
41. The rear eaves are covered with elm and willow trees, and the peach and plum blossoms are in front of the hall. Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in One of the Fields"
42. The cold moon is like an eyebrow hanging over the willow bay, and the mountains in the middle of the mountain can be seen in the mirror. Dai Shulun's "Lanxi Song"
43. Not necessarily the willow branch can be dipped in water, but the willow shadow in the water will make it grow. "New Willow" by Yang Wanli
44. The moon melts in the pear blossom courtyard, and there is a gentle breeze in the catkin pond. Yan Shu's "Untitled Oil Walled Incense Carriage Never Meets Again"
45. There are no catkins blowing up due to the wind, only sunflowers leaning toward the sun. Sima Guang's "Early Summer in Guesthouse"
46. The city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. Lu You's "Hairhaired Phoenix with Red Crispy Hands"
47. When we meet, we will drink for you, tied to the willow hanging from a tall building. Wang Wei's "Four Poems on a Young Man's Journey"
48. There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. Lu You's "Visit to Shanxi Village"
49. The crazy catkins go with the wind, and the thin peach blossoms follow the water flow. Du Fu's "Five of Nine Quatrains"
50. Silk rain from willows and willows. Jiang Jie's "The Poppy Combs the Tower"
51. The flowers are bright and the willows are dark, and the sky is full of sorrow. I go up to the top of the heavy city and go upstairs. Li Shangyin's "Sunset Tower"
52. Please don't play the songs of the previous dynasty, but listen to the new version of Willow Branch.
Liu Yuxi's "One of Nine Poems on Willow Branches"
53. The clouds are clear and the wind is gentle. It is almost noon, and the flowers and willows are crossing the Qianchuan. Cheng Hao's "On a spring day, there are occasional clouds and the breeze is gentle and almost noon"
54. If the country is waiting for you, the flowers and willows will be selfless. Du Fu's "Back Tour"
55. The Yangliu spring at the head of the Yangtze River, the Yanghuachou kills the people crossing the river. "Farewell to Friends on the Huai River" by Zheng Gu
56. Willows and crows crow in the courtyard at dusk, remember that person, and pear blossoms break with the moon. Chen Liang's "Poppy Poppies Swinging in the East Wind and Swirling Light Clouds"
57. The spring rain broke the bridge and no one could cross it, so the small boat came out of the willow shade. Xu Fu's "Spring Tour to the Lake"
58. The dream has faded and the fragrance has faded for forty years, and the old willows in the garden have stopped blowing. "Two Poems of Shen Yuan" by Lu You
59. The grass is green and the willows are yellow, and the peach blossoms are fragrant and plum blossoms are fragrant. "One of Two Spring Thoughts" by Jia Zhi
60. The warm sun and gentle wind in the spring mountains, the curtains of the tall pavilions and the willow swings in the courtyard. Bai Pu's "The sky is pure and the sand is spring"
61. When the evening music is gone, thousands of willow trees belong to the wandering orioles. Wu Weixin's "Qingming Festival at Su Di"
62. It's almost dusk, the snow is dancing wildly, half plum blossoms and half floating catkins. Ma Zhiyuan's "Snowy Sky at Dusk in Qujiang, Shouyang"
63. The courtyard is a little deep, with willows piled in smoke and numerous curtains. Ouyang Xiu's "How Deep is the Butterfly Love Flower Courtyard"
64. Smoked willow painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, there are hundreds of thousands of homes. Liu Yong's "Looking at the Southeast Formation of the Sea Tide"
65. Jujube flowers are falling on clothes and towels, reeling wheels are ringing in the south of the village and north of the village, and ancient willows in cow clothes are selling cucumbers. Su Shi's "The Sands of Huanxi are Rustling in the Sand and the Clothes and Clothes Fall with the Date Blossoms"
Lyric Poetry
Lyric Poetry
1. "To the Oak Tree"
Shu Ting
If I love you
I am definitely not like a climbing flower in the sky
I use your high branches to show off myself;
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Never imitate the infatuated bird
Repeat a monotonous song for the shade of green;
Nor is it more than a fountain
Delivered over the years The comfort of coolness;
It is not just like a dangerous peak
It increases your height and sets off your majesty
Even the sunlight,
Even the spring rain .
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok tree near you,
standing with you as the image of a tree.
The roots are clenched in the ground,
The leaves are touching in the clouds.
Every time the wind passed by,
we greeted each other,
but no one
understood our words.
You have your copper branches and iron trunks,
like knives, like swords,
also like halberds;
I have mine The red-topped flowers
are like heavy sighs,
and like heroic torches.
We share the cold waves, wind and thunder, and thunderbolts,
We enjoy the mist, clouds, and hauni.
It seems like they are separated forever,
But they are still dependent on each other for life.
This is great love,
This is where steadfastness lies:
Not only do I love your stalwart body,
I also love you Stick to your position, the ground beneath your feet.
2. "Ode"
Heine
I am the sword, I am the flame.
I shine for you in the darkness,
When the battle begins,
I bravely take the lead
and walk at the forefront of the team.
Around me lay the bodies of my comrades,
but we were victorious.
We won the victory,
but the bodies of my comrades were lying all around.
In the triumphal song of victory
the solemn singing of the memorial service rang out.
But we have no time to rejoice,
and no time to mourn.
The trumpet sounded again,
and a new battle began.
I am the sword, I am the flame.
3. "Song of Self-Reliance"
Tao Xingzhi
Drop your own sweat,
Eat your own food,
Doing your own thing by yourself,
Relying on people, heaven, and ancestors,
is not considered a hero!
4. "Monument"
Pushkin
I built a non-artificial monument for myself,
as people walked there On the path, the grass no longer grows,
It raises its head that refuses to bend its eyes,
towering above the monument to Alexander.
No, I will not die completely
My soul in the poems left behind,
will outlive my ashes, and Escaped from decay and destruction
I will always be glorious and immortal, until there is only one poet
living in this world under the moonlight.
My fame will spread throughout the great Russia,
and all its living languages will speak my name.
Both the descendants of the proud Slavs, the Finns,
even now the barbaric Tungus, and the Kalmyks, their friends in the steppes.
The reason why I can always be close to the people is because I have used poetry to arouse people’s kind feelings.
In this cruel era of mine, I I sang about freedom,
and also prayed for forgiveness and sympathy for those who fell.
O Muse of Poetry, obey the will of God,
Fear neither insult nor desire laurels,
Be at peace with praise and slander Tolerate with patience,
There is no need to have empty arguments with foolish people.
5. "Nostalgia"
Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child
Nostalgia is a small stamp
I am on this side
Mother is on the other side
After growing up
Nostalgia is a narrow ticket
I am on the other side This end
The bride is over there
Later
Nostalgia is a short grave
I am outside
Mother is inside
And now
Homesickness is a shallow strait
I am here
The mainland is here Over there
6. "Paper Boat to Mother"
Bing Xin
I never abandon a piece of paper,
Always keep them,
fold them into small boats,
throw them into the sea from the boats.
Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,
Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.
I am still not discouraged, folding them every day,
I always hope that one of them will flow to the place I want him to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
don’t be surprised that it fell into the dream for no reason.
This is what your beloved daughter wrote with tears in her eyes,
Across thousands of rivers and mountains, begging him to carry her love and sorrow back home.
7. "I Love This Land"
Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also use the hoarse Throat singing:
This land battered by storms,
This ever-raging river of our sorrow and indignation,
This endless blowing The angry wind,
And the extremely gentle dawn from the forest
Then I died,
Even the feathers rotted in the earth.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply
8. "Light"
Zhu Ziqing
On a stormy night,
There is a wilderness ahead.
Walking through the wilderness,
is the way for people.
Yeah! There are many different paths in the darkness.
How should I go?
God! Please give me some light, so I can run forward!
God said in a panic, light?
I have nowhere to look for you!
If you want light,
make it yourself!
9. "Hai Yun"
Xu Zhimo
(1)
Girl, single girl,
< p> Why are you nostalgicThis dusk seaside?
Girl, go home, girl!
Oh no; I won’t go home,
I love the evening breeze:
On the beach, in the dusk,
< p> There is a girl with radiant hairWandering, wandering.
(2)
Girl, radiant girl,
Why are you wandering
in this deserted sea?
Girl, go home, girl!
Oh no; listen to me singing,
The sea, I sing, you come and join:
Under the stars, in the cool breeze,
The girl's clear voice is swaying
High pitch, low pitch.
(3)
Girl, bold girl!
There is a shady story over there,
There is a bad situation at this moment
Girl, go home, girl!
Oh no; look at me dancing in the air,
Imitate a seagull without waves:
In the night, on the beach,
< p> A slender figure whirled rapidlyWhirling, whirling.
(4)
Listen to the wrath of the sea,
Girl, go home, girl!
Look, that beast-like sea wave,
Girl, go home, girl!
Oh no; the waves will not come to swallow me,
I love the bumps of the sea!
In the sound of the tide, in the light of the waves,
Ah, a panicked girl in the sea foam,
wasted, wasted.
(5)
Girl, where are you, girl?
Where is your loud singing voice?
Where is your graceful figure?
Where, O brave lady?
The night swallowed up the stars,
There was no more light on this seaside;
The tide swallowed up the beach,
No more girls were seen on the beach ,
Never see the girl again!
10. "The Last Spring"
Xu Zhimo
The peach blossoms stuck sideways in my bottle yesterday
They were charming smiles Hanging by the cheeks of the beauty;
Today they all lowered their heads and changed their appearance:
The red and white corpses hung upside down on the green bars.
The wind and rain outside the window report the fate of the late spring,
The sound like a death knell exhorts in the dark night:
The flowers in your bottle of life also< /p>
Things have changed: Who will bury the gorgeous corpse?
11. "Farewell Cambridge"
Xu Zhimo
I left as gently as I came;
I wave my hands gently and say goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the river are the bride in the sunset;
The beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart.
The green banana-plants on the soft mud sway gracefully under the water;
In the soft waves of the Cam River, I am willing to be a waterweed!
The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring.
It is a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae, depositing rainbow-like dreams.
Looking for a dream? Take a long punt pole and slowly row upstream to where the grass is greener.
Load a whole boat of starlight and sing in the colorful starlight.
But I can't sing, silence is the shengxiao of parting;
The summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight.
I leave as quietly as I came;
I wave my sleeves and don’t take away a single cloud.
12. "The Escaper"
Rabindranath Tagore
The goose-yellow leaf buds, piece by piece,
flutter on the branches of cilis flowers.
The green shade is lingering on the grass,
The fallen flowers are leaving their lingering fragrance.
In the morning,
my elk
roosted next to the henna hedge under the bright sun.
Its daily playmate
is a puppy from the mountains.
His colorful and thick hair is eye-catching.
They are like two children in a foreign land,
studying in the same school, laughing and playing together.
Every market day, passers-by stood outside the hedge,
watching curiously.
Waking up in March to the wild south wind,
seems to have received a colorful love letter, the blue sky is shaking with excitement,
The flowers in the forest are blooming,
The grass blades quivered.
At some point, the elk seemed
to faintly hear a mournful whisper,
and an inexplicable melancholy appeared in its dark eyes
.
When he saw his own figure,
he was stunned and remained motionless for a long time.
The game of dappled light and shadow in the afternoon
makes the Amgoji fruit trees irritable,
the hot wind scented by the mango flowers is uneasy.
The elk jumps across the farmland with dreamy yearning,
Life and death merge into one in front of it,
It has no trace of the unpredictable dangers. fear.
I thought: As dusk fell,
in order to get a familiar caress,
the elk jumped back home as usual.
The puppy comes again and again
Entering the house and walking around,
With wet eyes
As if asking: Where is the elk? Already?
Why can’t I see it jumping in the garden?
Without seeing his friends,
The puppy gave up a sumptuous dinner.
Twilight is getting darker,
The lights are on in the house.
The stars in the sky blink cunningly,
The quiet night falls on the depressing countryside.
A sad question mark
Hanging in the corner of the eye of the puppy that comes and goes:
Who is the elk looking for when out?
Why haven’t you come back yet?
This matter is really strange.
Who is the summoner? Does the Elk know?
From the sky and the sunshine,
From the uncertain flow of the south wind,
From the tender green of the new leaves,
A chaotic and chaotic The news about the exam probably penetrated its blood circulation.
Perhaps a hole flute has already been playing in its chest
Blowing the spring song of distant years.
The relationship it seeks between it and Dongxiao
is closer than that between it and itself;
The sound of the flute will accompany its heart and soul as soon as it is born. ,
Accompanied by its galloping,
Wrapped in its clever gaze.
What it didn’t recognize,
suddenly stopped
the game it was familiar with.
The darkness calls to it with tears,
The light cannot keep it by its side.
13. "Searching"
Rabindranath Tagore
I am in the green shadow of your eyelashes
Looking for the buds of the inner voice; /p>
Stumbled into a confusing illusion,
Lost my direction, I don’t know where I am
My eyes asked melancholy eyes,
Why are I looking for it? Not a shy secret?
After asking, he fell into a pool of turbid tears,
Like a child falling into a cloud of doubt.
Has my infatuation ever cast a soft shadow on
your heart?
The red lotus painted on the door
Tell you what I feel like?
Wandering in the winding path of your garden,
My sadness is rippling in the wind.
Can’t you see my love flute
A heartfelt message written in cursive on the canopy?
The quatrains of ancient poems are so classic and concise, and they evoke infinite feelings in the heart. If you want to see more quatrains and ancient poems, please enjoy the lyrical poems starting with the word "Hui".