Ye Zhi's Time Poems (Ye Zhi's Classic Poems)

1. Ye Zhi's classic poem Bai Niao Dear, I hope we are a white bird on the waves! The meteor is not dead yet, and we are tired of its shining; The horizon is low, and the shimmer of the blue star in the morning light awakens an immortal sadness in your heart and mine.

A little drowsiness escapes from lily and rose dreams wet with dew; Oh, dear, don't dream of shining meteors, and don't dream of the shimmer of blue stars lingering in dew: I hope we can become Bai Niao on the waves: you and me! I am haunted by countless islands and Dannan Lake, and the years will forget us, and the sadness will not come again; Soon we will be far away from the erosion of roses, lilies and starlight, as long as we are double Bai Niao, my dear, wandering in the waves! The Secret Rose-The Secret Rose translated by Fu Hao. There, those who look for you in the holy tomb or in the wine cart live outside the chaos and confusion of frustrated dreams: deep in the pale eyelids, sleepy and heavy, people call it beauty. Your huge leaves covered the beards of the ancients, the rubies and gold offered by the glorious three saints, and the emperor who saw the nail hand and the elder cross stood up in Derud's fantasy, dimmed the torch, and finally woke up from madness and died; And he, who once met Wande in the distance in the hot dew, walked on the gray coast where the wind never blew, and he lost Emma and the world with a kiss; And he drove the gods out of the fortress, blossomed in the last hundred mornings, enjoyed the beautiful scenery and buried the graves of the dead with tears in his eyes; The proud and dreamy emperor put aside his crown and sadness, and gathered poets and clowns among the vagrants full of wine stains in the forest. He sold his farmland, house and daily necessities. For many years, he searched on the shore and on the island, and finally he found a girl who was crying and laughing. At midnight, people eat with a lock of hair-a small lock.

I'm also waiting for a hurricane-like love-hate moment. When are the stars scattered in the sky, like sparks in a blacksmith's shop, and then dim? Obviously, your time has come, and your hurricane has blown away the distant, most secret and inviolable roses? When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing in front of the stove, please take this poem down and recite it slowly, dreaming of the soft light and faint shadow of your eyes; How many people have loved your beauty and your joyful and charming youth with sincerity and hypocrisy, but only one person loves your pilgrim's heart and the sadness on your dying face; When you lean over, beside the burning grate, you will whisper, with a touch of sadness: the lost love has now climbed the mountain and buried your face in the dense stars.

People grow up with the years, I am haggard because of my dreams, and the sea god carved in marble in the stream is tottering; All day, I have been looking at the beauty of this lady, as if I had found a kind of beauty in a painting in a book. I am happy for the fullness of my eyes or the agility of my ears, and I am also happy for my wisdom, because people grow with the years; But, but, is this my dream, or is it true? Oh, I hope we can meet when my youth is burning! But I have grown old in my dream, and the marble carved Poseidon in the stream has been hit by the wind and rain.

2. Who knows the truth about the passage of time in Ye Zhi? Although there are many roots, but only one day, through all the days of my youth. I show off my branches and leaves in the sun, and now I can wither into truth-Ye Zhi's original poem: Wisdom Comes with Time 19 16 through the leaves. There are many, the root is a day when I lay down in my youth, I shook my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may disappear into the truth. .

3. What are Ye Zhi's most famous poems and their classic sentences? Ye Zhi, also known as Ye Zhi and Yates, is an Irish poet.

Its most classic and well-known poem is When You Are Old. The most classic sentence is: How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you were young? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face.

The whole poem is as follows:

When you get old, your hair will turn white.

sleepy

You can't walk when you are old.

Take a nap by the fire and remember your youth.

How many people loved the time when you sang in youth?

Worship your beauty is false or true.

Only one person still loves your pious soul.

Love the wrinkles on your old face

Old age, drooping eyebrows.

Dimly lit, uncertain

The wind blew away your news.

This is the song in my heart.

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When you are old, a classic quotation. Sentence puzzle [citation time 20 18-4- 10]

4. What are the classic poems of Ye Zhi? Ye Zhi is the greatest Irish poet in the 20th century and a Nobel Prize in Literature winner.

Ye Zhi's major works * 1886- mosada * 1888- collection of Irish rural myths and folk stories * 1889- the adventures of Usin and other poems * 189 1 year-classic Irish stories. 1892- Countess Catherine and other legends and lyrics * 1893- Celtic Dawn * 1894- Land where the soul yearns * 1895- Poetry * 1897. 1903- View of Good and Evil * 1903- Found in Qilin * 1907- Found * 19 10- Green Helmet * 19655. 19 14- Responsibility * 19 16- Fantasia for Youth * 19 17- Goose in Cooley *1910. 192 1 year-Michael roberts and dancers * 192 1 year-four years *1924-cats and moonlight *1925-regaining sight * 655. 1927- October Outbreak * 1928- Tower * 1933- Poems such as Ladder * 1934- Script Selection * 1935- March1939. Cn/book/wgwx/040 1. pdf/ Yi Shi/years.htm.

5. Who knows the truth about the passage of time in Ye Zhi? Although there are many roots, but only one day, through all the days of my youth. I show off my branches and leaves in the sun, and now I can wither into truth-Ye Zhi's original poem: Wisdom Comes with Time 19 16 through the leaves. There are many, the root is a day when I lay down in my youth, I shook my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may wither to the truth.

6. Look for Ye Zhi's poems and Ye Zhi's poems.

White bird

Dear, I hope we are a white bird on the waves!

The meteor is not dead yet, and we are tired of its shining;

The sky is very low, and the light of the blue star in the morning light

Awaken you and me, an immortal sadness.

A little drowsiness escapes from lily and rose dreams wet with dew;

Oh, dear, don't dream of the meteor shining.

Don't dream that the light of the blue star lingers in the dew;

I hope we can be Bai Niao on the waves: me and you!

I am troubled by countless islands and Dannan Lake.

Where time will forget us and sorrow will no longer come;

Will soon be far away from the erosion of rose and lily starlight.

As long as we are Bai Niao, my dear, wandering in the waves!

when you are old

When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,

Sleep by the fire, take down this book,

Read slowly and dream back to your eyes.

There is soft light and deep wave shadow;

How many people fall in love, when you are happy and elegant,

Love, your beauty is true, your love is false,

There is someone who loves your soul and faces the mountain.

Love your face changed by your heartbeat.

Bend over the flashing iron railing,

Hey, with a little sadness, how can love be,

Escaped, wandering in the mountains overhead,

Fu hid his face among a group of stars.

Who is going with Ferguson?

Now, who will leave with Ferguson,

Through the shade of vines,

Dancing on the flat coast.

Raise your brown eyelashes, lady,

Think about that warm hope,

Don't worry about it.

Don't hide sideways,

Obsessed with the mystery of love pain,

Because Ferguson drives his bronze carriage,

Ruling the shadow world,

On the dark sea,

And that unkempt hair,

Wandering stars.