Water can save these suffocating stubble,

Water is sad. She flows from the rocks in the cold

moonlight, and she knows that

the stratum is warm and anxious, and the silver flow

flows to all directions, so let's

cry and follow her cadence in the middle of the night.

During the day, we were horribly ignorant and cowardly.

Now we are brave. We stare at the pure self.

We tremble in the rising. His slender limbs

stretch out in a desperate and gentle dream, muttering

a firm and solemn protest.

Let her flow over and comb away our dust.

What turns gray and falls into the soil is just a perplexed

proposition. I want to be

very sober before floating away and finally sinking, flow over and let your sweet

ripples dissolve into the beautiful embodiment of "pain".

I exist. At this moment,

silver particles gently fill all my gaps,

a little stubborn surprise,

it gradually grows bigger and covered,

like a deadly medicine,

it carries me to a quiet sea with a smile. Lyrics of borrowing scenery

Lyrics of borrowing scenery

1. a night-mooring near maple bridge

Tang Zhangji

frosty night and Jiang Feng are worried about sleeping.

At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang at midnight to the passenger ship.

2. Thoughts on a Quiet Night

Tang Li Bai

so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.

lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.

3. Looking at Yue

Tang Du Fu

what a majestic sight of holy Mountain Tai!? Out of Qilu, still visible the green peak.

the Maker endowed all the mystic Nature grace here, and? a day at once into dawn and dusk comes by..

colorful clouds lave? my bosom free and easy, and the birds fly back and forth before my strained eye..

once climbing to the top of the peek, one would see, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky..

4. Untitled

Tang Li Shangyin

time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.

and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.

mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.

There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.

5. a Farewell to Secretary Shuyun at the Xietiao Villa in Xuanzhou

Tang Libai

since yesterday had to throw me and bolt;

today has hurt my heart even more.

the autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort, as I face them from this villa, drinking my wine.

the bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven, and I am a Lesser Xie growing up by your side.

we both are exalted to distant thought, aspiring to the sky and the bright moon.

but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, it's even sadder to raise a glass to ease your worries.

since the world can in no way answer our craving, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishingboat.

6. a night-mooring on the jiande river

Tang Meng Haoran

while my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, and daylight wanes, old memories begin.

how wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, and how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!.

7, "Yulinling"

Song Liuyong

Cold and sorrowful, late for Changting, the shower began to rest.

When everyone drinks without emotion, they miss the place, and the blue boat destroys their hair.

Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked.

I miss a thousand miles of smoke, and the dusk sinks into the sky.

Affectionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, which is even worse than snubbing the Qing Autumn Festival.

where do you wake up from the wine tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiaofeng and the waning moon.

this past year should be a good time and a good scene.

there are thousands of customs, so who should I talk to?

9. Boarding Guazhou

Song Anshi

Guazhou in Jingkou is separated by several mountains.

The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me?

1.

Song Sushi

When will there be a bright moon? I fetch the wine glass from afar.

I don't know what year it is tonight.

I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid of a beautiful building.

It's too cold at the top.

dance to find out what the shadow is like on earth!

turn to Zhuge, low-lying households, and take photos without sleep.

there should be no hate. why should we be reconciled?

people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs.

It's a matter of ancient times.

I wish people a long life, and thousands of miles away.

11. Moonlit Night on the Spring River

Tang Zhang Ruoxu

The spring river is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

it's thousands of miles along with the waves, where there is no moonlight on the riverside?

the river flows around fangdian, and the flowers and trees are like graupel in the moonlight.

the frost in the air doesn't fly, but you can't see it on the white sand.

there is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky.

who saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue take photos at the beginning of the year?

Life has been endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year;

I wonder who Jiang Yue treats? But see the Yangtze River send water.

the white clouds are gone, and the green maple is hard to worry about.

who's boating tonight? Where do you miss the bright moon building?

Poor people wander around the upstairs and the moon, so they should leave people to make up the mirror table.

The curtain of Yuhu couldn't be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

at this time, I don't know each other, and I hope that China will shine on you every month.

The swan goose flies in the sky, and the fish Long Qian jumps into the water to form a pattern.

Last night, I was idle in Tan Meng, but I didn't show my family in the poor spring.

the river flows away in spring, and the moon sets on the river beach and the west slopes.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.

I wonder how many people will return by month? The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river.

12. a message from lake dongting to premier zhang

Tang Meng Haoran

here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, are of a single air with heaven.

and a mist from the Yun and Meng valleys, has beleaguered the city of Yueyang.

I should like to cross, but I can find no boat, how ashamed I am to be idler than you statesmen.

as I sit here and watch a fisherman casting, just like a fairy fish.

13. an autumn evening in the mountains

Tang Wangwei

after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening.

moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks.

bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat.

and what does it matter that springtime has gone, while you are here, O Prince of Friends?.

14, "Autumn Nightingale"

Tang Wangwei

Gui Bo was born with a slight autumn dew, but he was thin and didn't change clothes.

Yin Zheng worked hard at night, but she was afraid of leaving her room.

15. Midnight Qiu Ge

Tang Libai

a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding.

and the autumn wind is blowing my heart, for ever and ever toward the Jade Pass.

oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered, and my husband come back from the long campaign!.

16. on Climbing Orchid Mountain in the Autumn to Zhang

Tang Meng Haoran

on a northern peak among white clouds, you have found your hermitage of peace.

and now, as I climb this mountain to see you, high with the wildgeese flies my heart.

the quiet dusk might seem a little sad, if this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear.

I look down at the river bank, with homeward-bound villagers, resting on the sand till the ferry returns.

there are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses, and against the river's rim an island like the moon.

I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine, * * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival.

17, "Autumn Evening"

Tang Du Mu

Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a silver candle and a small fan flapping at fireflies.

The night in day order is as cool as water. Sit and watch Petunia and Vega.

18. Mid-Autumn Moon

Tang Bai Juyi

Wan Li is so beautiful that he can't think of it, adding sorrow and benefiting hatred around the world.

who has been guarding for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court?

After falling out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital for the night, but not when the veteran went upstairs.

according to how many people are heartbroken, the jade rabbit and the silver toad are far from knowing.

19. Su Muzhe

Song Fan Zhongyan

Blue sky, yellow leaves,

Autumn colors, cold smoke and green waves.

the mountain reflects the water in the setting sun,

the grass is ruthless, and it is even outside the setting sun.

homesick, thinking about traveling,

every night, unless you have a good dream, you can sleep alone.

The bright moon building rests on its own, and

The wine turns into homesickness and tears.

2. The Fisherman's Pride

Song Fan Zhongyan

The scenery in Qiu Lai was different, but

Hengyang geese didn't pay attention.

all sides are connected by sound.

thousands of miles away, the city is closed with long smoke and sunset.

a glass of turbid wine is home to Wan Li, but Yan ran has not stopped drinking.

the Qiang tube is covered with frost.

when people are sleepless, the general's hair turns white and his husband cries. Lyrics

Lyrics

1. To the Oak Tree

Shu Ting

If I love you

I will never show off myself like a climbing campbell

with your high branches;

If I love you

I will never imitate spoony birds

and repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

It's not just like a fountain

that brings cool comfort all the year round;

It's not just like a dangerous peak

increasing your height, setting off your dignity

even the sunlight,

even the spring rain.

no, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok near you,

standing with you as the image of a tree.

roots, clinging to the ground,

leaves, touching in the clouds.

Every time the wind blows,

we greet each other,

but no one

understands our words.

You have your copper branches and iron stems,

like a knife, like a sword, and

like a halberd;

I have my red-topped flower,

like a heavy sigh,

like a heroic torch.

We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunderbolt.

We * * * enjoy the fog, clouds and rainbows.

it seems that we are separated forever, but

we are dependent on each other all our lives.

This is the great love.

Here is the loyalty:

Not only love your stalwart body,

but also love the position you insist on and the land under your feet.

2. Ode

Heine

I am a sword, and I am a flame.

I shine on you in the dark.

At the beginning of the battle,

I bravely took the lead

and walked at the forefront of the team.

I was surrounded by

the bodies of my comrades,

but we won.

We won,

but the bodies of my comrades were lying around

.

In the triumphant song

there was a solemn song of the memorial service.

But we don't have time to be happy, and

we don't have time to mourn.

The horn blows again, and

a new battle begins.

I am a sword, and I am a flame.

3. Song of Independence

Tao Xingzhi

drips his own sweat,

eats his own food,

does his own thing,

depends on people, heaven and ancestors,

is not a hero!

4. Monument

Pushkin

I built an artificial monument for myself.

On people's way there, the grass stopped growing.

It lifted its unyielding head,

towering above the memorial pillar of Alexandria.

No, I won't die completely.

My soul will live longer than my ashes in the poems left behind, and I will escape decay.

I will be immortal forever until there is only one poet

living in this moonlight world.

My fame will spread throughout the great Russia.

My name will be spoken in all its existing languages.

Whether they are descendants of proud Slavs, Finns,

Even now they are savage Tunguska, and friends of Kalmyk on the grassland.

I can always be close to the people,

because I used poetry to arouse people's kind feelings,

in my cruel times, I sang praises of freedom,

and prayed for forgiveness and sympathy for those who fell.

Oh, muse, listen to God's will.

Don't be afraid of insults or seek laurels.

Praise and slander are tolerated calmly.

There is no need to argue with fools.

5、 "Homesickness"

Yu Guangzhong

Homesickness was a small stamp when he was a child

I was here

My mother was there

When I grew up

Homesickness was a narrow ticket

I was here

My bride was there

Later, ah

Homesickness was a ticket.

Now

Homesickness is a shallow strait

I'm here

The mainland is there

6.

Bing Xin

I never give up a piece of paper,

I always keep it,

I fold it into a small boat, <

some were blown into the window in the boat by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck on the bow.

I am still not discouraged. I always hope that one can only flow to the place where I want him to go.

Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.

This is folded by your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes.

Wan Shui Qian Shan, please ask him to carry her love and sorrow home.

7. I love this land

Ai Qing

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This land hit by the storm,

This river of sorrow and indignation is always surging,

This irritating wind blowing endlessly,

and that from.

why do I often have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land deeply

8. Bright

Zhu Ziqing

In the stormy night,

the front is deserted.

Walking in the wilderness,

is the way for people.

ah! Westbank > there are many roads in the dark.