English translation of ancient Chinese poetry in spring
As the saying goes, a year's plan lies in spring. In the new year, let's do something interesting together. For example, a master of reading poetry is a master, and the translated English version is beautiful and easy to understand, and it also restores the rhyme of the original poem! Come and worship with me.
In spring, you should enjoy the scenery.
Speaking of ancient poems related to spring, will you think of them? Two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets flying into the sky? (Lao Xu translation: two orioles are singing among the green willows; A flock of egrets fly into the blue sky) and other familiar poems.
Then, can you recite the following poems describing beautiful spring scenery in one breath?
Basic edition
Spring Morning
Spring Morning
meng haoran
meng haoran
In the spring morning, I woke up easily.
This spring morning, I lay in bed. I'm lying,
Birds are singing everywhere around me.
Don't wake up until the birds crow.
But now I remember that night, that storm,
After a night of wind and rain,
I wonder how many flowers have been broken.
How many fallen flowers there are!
Jiangnanchun
Spring on the south bank
Du Mu
Du Mu
Thousands of warblers sing green and reflect red,
Orioles sing for miles among red flowers and green trees;
Flag wind of Shuicunshan fruit wine.
Hills and streams, the banner of the hotel fluttered in the breeze.
480 temples in the Southern Dynasties,
Four hundred and eighty magnificent temples still exist;
How many towers of smoke and rain
Southern dynasties in fog and rain.
Advanced edition
Spring snow
spring snow
Han Yu
Han Yu
There is no youth in the New Year.
There are no flowers in spring, alas!
The grass bud was surprised at the beginning of February.
In the second month, I? I'm glad to see the sprouting grass.
Snow is too late for spring,
But Snow White doesn't like the late spring breeze.
Therefore, the tree is a flying flower.
In the drama, parting flowers are flying in the Woods.
Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
Yutingchun
Song qi
Author: Song Qi
Dongcheng gradually feels that the scenery is good.
The scenery to the east of the town is getting better and better;
Welcome guests with wrinkled ripples.
The gurgling water greeted the boats rowing up and down.
Populus davidiana is lighter than Han Xiao.
Outside the green willows, the chill in the morning is getting stronger;
The branches of red apricot are full of spring.
On the pink apricot branches, spring is running wildly.
Floating, growing, hating, less fun,
In our floating life, we seldom pursue happiness.
Be willing to love your daughter and smile.
How can we value gold more than laughing?
Holding wine for you and persuading the sunset,
I raised my glass and asked the setting sun to stay.
And left a night view among the flowers.
Leave its leaving light among the flowers.
In spring, it is appropriate to make friends.
In this beautiful spring, it is not only suitable for going out to enjoy the scenery, but also suitable for friends to get together ~ even poets who have always been depressed and frustrated? Du Fu also invited friends to get together in spring, and his poems were even more brisk. Ouyang Xiu, a great man, also revisited his old friend's hometown in spring to express his feelings ~
Warmly welcome Vice Governor Cui.
receive a guest
Du Fu
Du Fu
My north and my south are full of spring,
South and north of my cabin? About spring water
Day after day, I only see seagulls.
Only flocks of seagulls are my daily visitors.
My road is covered with petals-I haven't cleaned it for others,
Not yet? No one was cleaned because it didn't happen.
The door of my thatched cottage has been closed, but it is open for you now.
Come, but now your door is open.
It's a long way to the market, and I can't give you much.
Away from the market, eating simple food,
However, in my hut, we have old wine in our cups.
A poor family can only provide home-brewed wine.
Shall we ask my old neighbor to join us,
Would you like to have a drink with my respected neighbor,
Call him through the fence and empty the jar? .
To the last glass of wine, over the bamboo fence?
Langtaosha
Sand-screening waves
Ouyang Xiu
Ouyang Xiu
Holding a glass, I propose a toast to Dongfeng:
Holding a glass, I propose a toast to Dongfeng:
And * * * calmly,
Let's relax and enjoy it!
Chuiyang Mozi Luocheng East
On the purple road
Willow green in the east of the city,
At that time, I always held hands.
In the past days, we often walked hand in hand.
Swim through the fragrant bushes.
Stroll through the flowers
Get together in a hurry,
Meet in a hurry and leave in a hurry.
This hatred is endless.
It will break my heart.
The flowers this year are better than those last year.
Flowers this year
Redder than last time.
Unfortunately, next year will be better.
Will they be more beautiful next year? I will.
Who do you know?
But who will enjoy it with me?
In spring, you should be affectionate.
The famous writer Hu Lancheng once wrote in his collection of essays "This Life":
? The ancients believed that beginning of spring was the first day of spring, and the grass was still yellow, and somehow it became green. The water color is more difficult to distinguish, but the wind on the water surface is different, just like Jia Baoyu asked Lin Daiyu in a Dream of Red Mansions: When did you take the Hongliang case? It seems to be between me and Yizhi. When did you fall in love? So clear and indistinguishable. ?
Love seems to be a common theme in spring ~
Chunsi
A faithful wife longs for her husband in spring.
Lipper
li po
The grass in your north is as blue as jade,
The grass in the north looks like green silk thread;
Our mulberries bend branches with green threads here.
Western mulberries bowed their heads.
Finally, you want to go home,
When you think of your home,
Now when my heart is about to break.
What has been broken is my heart.
Spring breeze, because I dare not know you,
Spring breeze, invisible invaders,
Why did you separate the silk curtain beside my bed?
Oh, how dare you separate my bedspread!
Subtract Mulan
Short for Magnolia
Angus Wang
Author: Wang Anguo
Draw a bridge and running water,
Water flows under the colorful bridge;
The rain is wet and red, so I can't fly.
Falling flowers wet by rain can't fly.
The moon breaks the dusk,
You can see the moon in the dust;
Smell the lingering fragrance in the curtain immediately.
On the horse, I still smell the fragrance behind the screen.
Wandering around without saying a word,
Wandering silently,
Where is the dream soul going tonight?
Where will the soul of my dream be found tonight?
Unlike weeping willows,
Unlike weeping willows,
There is a solution to fly into the bridal chamber.
Its fluff will fly to her room and pillow.
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