The Vow of Youth

I am a young eagle,

I haven’t been able to open my eyes yet;

I am a young eagle. The eagle,

only opens its small yellow mouth desperately;

I am a young eagle,

has not yet grown full feathers;

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I am a young eagle,

I can only flap my immature arms.

But,

I am an eagle,

By the sounds of all things I hear:

I want to open my eyes ,

I want to fly with my wings,

I want to own the vast sky.

I am shouting loudly,

Set up great ambitions;

I am a descendant of eagles,

I want to soar into the sky!

I am the imprisoned soul of the ancient oriental nation.

I long for passion, long for fire, long for the turbulence of the sea.

Remove my feudal shackles and liberate my numbness. Soul,

Give me a pair of wings to fly in the air of free thought,

Don’t blindfold my eyes and let the dark sky wrap my body!

I am an owl flying towards you,

I will burst out with deafening movements in the dark night!

I don’t like implicitly sad and inexplicable poems,

I am a male owl flying in nature,

When the sun shines, I Maybe I will be silent and fall asleep with a smile.

The darkness of the night will not prompt me to moan helpless lamentations.

Even if my throat is hoarse, I will scream out the voice of my world.

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Call my dormant passion swallowed up by melancholy!

The quiet mountains and forests in the fields are my eternal habitat.

I will also wait persistently at the top of the building on the construction site.

I am tired of the redundancy of the city. The hustle and bustle and endless quarrels,

I hate the chatter where stars are splashing in the void,

I don’t like those disputes provoked for the sake of the slightest benefit,

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I despise the noble singers who can only play with gorgeous language.

I despise those frivolous aristocratic children who do nothing.

I despise those (bǐ) A dejected person who cannot stand the test of wind and rain,

I ignore the empty body wandering around without a soul!

I am an owl that sings loudly in the dark night.

I will always sing the undisguised truth and the innocence of smiles.

I will still enjoy it Sing to those unknown heroes who fight against the rough fate!

I am a gray-haired owl in my youth,

I have a pair of colorful wings that can flap music,

I want to fly from the East China Sea I bid farewell to the peaceful loneliness and fly to the west.

My gentle feathers no longer embrace the sweetness of your air.

I want to fly over the mountains, rivers and plains forever. The embrace of the sky,

touch every piece of land in my sight with my eyes,

One day I may reach the peak of the Himalayas,

I roar my heroic lament into the darkness of the sky!

My ethereal soul is no longer the flying snowflakes on winter nights.

There is a kind of faith in the empty heart that lights up the east of the world like a fire.

I want to fly, I want to fly, I want to fly to the pinnacle of mankind!

Then I will fly to the embrace of the sea and my hometown will disappear with the waves.

I need a clear handkerchief in the daytime to polish my blurry vision.

Let me see every passerby clearly and become friends with them.

Please don’t reject my violent betrayal and unruly persistence,

And don’t kill my youthful ignorance with your cold eyes,

My bare chest jumps With the boiling blood,

the blood dripping from your shoulders may spread to your land!

I was once an injured passerby walking in the dusk,

But I don’t need your pity look and soothing words,

I just long for you to give me a broad and free sky,

Let me fly to the blue sky freely and happily rush towards my future!

My injured wings will leave traces of blood-red traces behind me.

This is my youthful oath without regrets

quatrains --- - Du Fu

Two orioles sing at the green willows,

A line of white dew reaches the blue sky.

The window contains Qianqiu snow of Xiling,

The door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.

Jiang Xue----Liu Zongyuan

Thousands of mountains and birds have disappeared,

Ten thousand paths of people have disappeared.

A lone boatman with a coir raincoat,

fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

Plum Blossom----Wang Anshi

There are several plum blossoms in the corner,

Ling Han blooms alone.

Liu Changqing and Liu Zongyuan

At dusk, the mountains are far away, thousands of birds are flying over the mountains,

The weather is cold and the white house is poor. Tens of thousands of people's traces have been wiped out.

Chaimen heard the barking of dogs, the lonely boat and the man in the coir raincoat, returning home on a windy and snowy night. Fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

The rain and snow are lingering, and when they see the sun, they are gone.

The rain and snow are lingering: the appearance of heavy snow; one word is like "floating". Sun; the heat of the sun. Said: It is a auxiliary word with no real meaning.

"The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Jiao Gong"

The cold wind destroys the trees, and the severe frost freezes the orchids in the courtyard

Han·Yuefu Ancient Ci "Ancient Poetry for Jiao Zhongqing's Wife" ""

The wind is desolate at the end of the year, and the snow is shining through the sun. There is no sound in my ears, but my eyes are clear

Desolate: cold and desolate. Yiyi: dark. Hope: Less. In the eye: what the eyes see. Hao: White.

Jin Dynasty Tao Yuanming's "Written in the middle of the twelfth month of Guimao year and respect my younger brother"

The difference in the air can be calculated by spreading salt, but it is not like catkins blowing up in the wind

Xie Daoyun of Jin Dynasty's "Couplet of Ode to Snow": "What does the white snow look like? The difference can be imagined by spreading salt in the air, but it is not like catkins blowing up due to the wind."

The bright moon shines on the snow, and the new wind is strong and sad

Shuofeng: north wind. Jin: Violent. Sad: sad.

"Twilight of the Year" by Xie Lingyun of the Southern Song Dynasty

The wind shook the bamboos across the window, and when the door opened, the mountains were covered with snow

Window: window. Feng Jing Bamboo: The wind carries snow and hits the bamboo, making a rustling sound.

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Reminiscing about the Snow at Hu Jushi's House in the Winter Evening"

I don't know if Ting Xie has fallen this morning, but I suspect that the forest flowers bloomed last night

Ting Xie: Snowflakes falling in the courtyard.

Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty Zhiwen's "What to Do if Snow in the Garden"

The sound of water is icy and swallowing, and the sand road is flat in the snow

Tang Dynasty Liu Changqing's "Reward" Zhang Xiaxue wrote in the bitter cold on his way to the state for a farewell visit at night"

A vine path is green, and thousands of snow-capped peaks are clear

"Returning to the Old Mountain in Winter" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

The ground is white, the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Mocking Wang Liyang for Refusing to Drink"

The snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as mats, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace one after another

Xuanyuan Terrace: According to legend, it was the place where the Yellow Emperor captured Chiyou.

"Travel to the North Wind" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

The clouds are low in the dusk, and the snow is dancing in the returning wind

Returning wind: the whirling wind.

"Dear Snow" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The frost is severe and the clothes are broken, and the fingers cannot be knotted when pointing straight.

Zhizhi: the fingers are stiff.

"Five Hundred Words of Odyssey from Beijing to Fengxian County" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The clouds are clear and the gulls are dancing, the wind is against the geese and they have no movement

No movement: Not in line.

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty "Send off the eldest grandson Jianshe to return to the state in the winter evening"

The cold weather reminds us that the days are short, the wind and waves are flat with the clouds

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty "Gong'an County" "Nostalgia"

On the sparse bamboos in the setting sun, in the mountains with lingering snow

Han Hong of the Tang Dynasty, "The Master of Chu's House Meeting Bi Shuzi Qian Yuanwailang Envoy" (a poem by Zhang Ji)

Who will level the ground with thousands of piles of snow and carve it into a series of ceilings

Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty's "Two Poems on Li Hua": "When the earth competes for luxury in spring, Luoyang Gardens are especially busy. Who will level the ground? Thousands of piles of snow are cut and carved to form a continuous sky with flowers."

Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

"Jiang Xue" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty

If the harsh winter is not chilly, how can we see the spring?

Chrysanthemum: a harsh and bleak look.

Tang Dynasty Lu Wen's "Meng Dong Pu Jin Guan He Pavilion"

The sky is cold and the color is green, and the north wind calls withered mulberry. The thick ice has no cracks, but there is a cold light in a short day.

Howling: The wind roars like a roar.

"Bitter Cold Song" by Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty

Only when I saw the clouds covering the top of the ridge, and the snow on the rocks was already falling like dust. Thousands of bamboo shoots, thousands of jade trees, thousands of usneas trees and thousands of clouds

"Snow in the Southern Qin Dynasty" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty

When the six flying flowers come into the house, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into beautiful flowers. Branches

Liu Chu: Snowflakes are hexagonal, so they are called "liu chu". Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are covered with snow and look like white jade.

Tang·Gao Pian's "Snow"

I know the snow is heavy late at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo

Tang·Bai Juyi's "Snow at Night": "I am surprised The quilt pillow is cold, and the window is bright again. Late at night, I know that the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of folding bamboo. "

The bead curtain is fluttering across the white wall, it is lighter than catkins and heavier than frost.

Two sentences. Write about the scene of falling snowflakes.

Two Poems on Snow by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

A hundred springs are frozen and all are swallowed, and I sing coldly even more

Throat: The spring water does not flow smoothly due to freezing , because it is described as whimpering. Yin: sing.

Liu Jia of the Tang Dynasty's "Yin of the Bitter Cold": "A hundred springs are frozen and all are swallowed, but I sing coldly even more. I lean against the pine tree in the middle of the night, and I don't feel that my clothes are covered with snow."

The battle retreated Three million jade dragons, with broken scales and armor flying all over the sky

Jade dragon: describes the flying snow. Defeated Scales and Broken Armor: Describes the flakes of snow dancing like scales falling one after another.

Song Dynasty Hu Zai's "Tiaoxi Yuyincong Hua" Volume 54 quoted in "Western Qing Poetry" contains Zhang Yuan's poem "Snow"

The country never turns dark and the moon is thousands of miles away , Selfless Jade Ten Thousands of Heaven and Earth

Jade: Yu Baixue.

"Snow" by Huang Geng of the Yuan Dynasty

The deep stream cannot bear the snow, and the mountains are frozen and the clouds cannot flow

"Snow Look" by Hong Sheng of the Qing Dynasty