Write poems about the west.

1. contains western poems, full of deep affection for Gu Guangting, and I hope not to indulge in the west. -Ouyang Zhan's "Playing with the Moon"

Who can see real people in the west, dressed in seven treasures? -Su Shi's "Answers to Memories of Painting Buddha in Kaiyuan Temple, Wu Daozi"

With this fragrance, it should be from the heart, and it will rain in both the east and the west. -Huang Tingjian's Sixteen Arhats in Nanshan

Where are the guests from? Cloud me west. -Wen Tianxiang's "Send Liu Qifa to Shu"

Middle-aged wife is tired, and West is willing to die. -Chen Shidao's "Ten Poems in Autumn"

Why does Shiro face the west? I want to meet Dong Lang across the river. -Caoye Xilangshan Scenic Area

The white gods in the west are scared when they see it, and the mother gods will cry. -Li He's "Spring Square Zhengzi Sword Song"

I used to be a guest in the East, but now I am an insider in the West. -Bai Juyi sat by the water.

Different from the western gods, this is the realm of water essence. -Cheng's Snow Buddha Monument

I was born in the emperor's family because I was born in the west. -Aisingiorro Fu Lin's Poem of Returning to the Mountain in Shunzhi.

2. Beautiful foreign poems 1 Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.

And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.

Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. The tears of the earth keep her smile young. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.

Great despair burns the love of a blade of grass. She shakes her head and flies away with a smile. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water.

Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. Her wishing face haunts my dreams like rain at night. Once, we dreamed that we were strangers.

When we wake up, we know that we love each other. Once we dream that we are strangers. We woke up only to find each other dead. Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest.

Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest. Some invisible hands, like an idle breeze, are playing the music in my heart. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. "This is an eternal question."

"What's your answer, sky?" "It's eternal silence." What is your language, sea water? The language of eternal questions. What's your answer, sky? The language of eternal silence. Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it loves you.

Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. But the illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning.

The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great. The illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high.

I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. They whispered happily in my heart. These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart. You can't see yourself, you can only see your own shadow.

You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow. God, my wish is stupid. They shout in your song. Let me hear it.

My wishes are tools, and they should cross your song, my Lord. Let me listen. I can't choose the best. It's the best choice for me.

I can't choose the best. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front of them. My existence is a permanent magic for me, and this is life.

My existence is a permanent surprise, and this is life. 23 "Our rustling leaves have a voice in response to the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? " "I'm just a flower."

We, the rustling leaves, all have voices to respond to the storm, but who are you, so silent? "I'm just a flower. Rest is to work what eyelids are to eyes. Rest is what the eyes are to the eyes. 25 people are newborn children, and his strength is the strength of growth.

Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth. God wants us to reward him because of the flowers he gave us, not the sun and the earth. God wants us to answer him in the flowers he gave us, not in the sun and the land. Light, like a naked child, plays happily among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people will cheat.

The light plays like a naked child, like a happy green leaf. It doesn't know that people can lie. Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror. Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flat mirror of your mirror. My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes on it her signature in tears: "I love you."

3. Many ancient poems about the west are frontier poems, such as Wang Changling's "Out of the Great Wall": The moon was bright in Qin Dynasty, the door was closed in Han Dynasty, and people did not return on the Long March. If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan. An ancient battle song by Li Qi: By going up the mountain in bright daytime, we scan the sky for the torch of war, and at yellow dusk, we feed our horses in the border river. The dark wind blew bursts of sounds, like the pipa of a princess in the Han Dynasty, full of hidden grievances. The clouds in the wilderness are not near the city wall at all, and the rain and snow cover the boundless desert. The sorrowful Hu Yanyan flew through the air, and HUS soldiers were all in tears. It is said that Yumenguan has blocked the road, so the soldiers can only follow the general around. Every year we bury our bones in the desert and watch Pu Tao enter the Han family. Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci: The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and it is an isolated city of Wan Ren. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! William Wang's Liangzhou Ci: A glass of glowing wine urges you to drink the pipa immediately. Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times. Lipper

Guan Shanyue: The bright moon rises from the sky and is shrouded in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. How hard it is to look at the border town and feel homesick.

The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. Wait a minute.

In addition, Li Bai's Shu Dao Nan and Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night are both works.

Li Bai, Du Fu and Xue Tao are all Sichuanese. They all wrote many poems about the local area. You can find a lot. In addition, many poets went to the west to be officials. You can find a lot. I won't list them one by one.

4. Poems about foreign countries: Hello: 1. Clouds are wet and clothes are near, springs are sleepy, and streams are near. The lonely moon rides the sky, and the hungry apes crow the mountains. Appreciation: Written by Emperor Xie E (786-842) (reigned 809-823). He is obsessed with Chinese studies and poetry. There is a feeling of detachment from the world. It is very rare to write such authentic Tang poems in Japan. 2. Toyotomi Hideyoshi chanted that my birth was like the sunrise, which came and went in a hurry and never came again. Osaka is magnificent and dreamy. (Toyotomi Hideyoshi is Yukio Hatoyama. This poem was sung before he died. The sound of the loom stopped abruptly for three nights, and the moon in front of the window was like autumn water. The soul is homesick for thousands of miles. Attached to the original poem: Mom, how can I bear to knit? My heart is full of love for that person. Tagore's English poems have dug an insurmountable gap between you and the person who loves you with a cold heart. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches that grow on the same root but cannot depend on each other in the wind. The furthest distance in the world is not that the branches can't depend on each other, but the stars that look at each other but don't meet each other. The trajectory between the stars is that even if the trajectory meets, there is nowhere to look for it in an instant. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find it for a moment, but that you are doomed to meet it before you meet it. The furthest distance in the world is the distance between a fish and a bird, one in the sky and the other in the sea. It's not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you, but that I love you so much that I can't say that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that we love each other but we can't be together. The furthest distance in the world is not when we love each other but pretend not to care at all, even when we know that love is invincible; The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between two trees, but even if the branches of two trees grow together, The furthest distance in the world is not that you love each other but can't meet each other, but that two stars watch each other but can't meet each other. The farthest distance in the world is not that there is nowhere to find after the two tracks meet, but that you are doomed not to be together without meeting. The farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and birds. When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, take a nap by the fire. Please take down this book and read it slowly and dream of you. How many people love your joyful and elegant moments, love your beauty with hypocrisy or sincerity, but only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the sadness on your aging face. Bend down by the burning fireplace, whisper with sadness, how love dies, pace on the mountains overhead, and hide your face among the stars. When you are old and sleepy and dozing off by the fire, please write a poem. I remember you once had a pair of gentle eyes with a few shadows in the corner of your eyes. How many people loved you when you were young and beautiful? True or false love your beauty, but only one person loves the holiness of your soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. Looking back at the red stove, I tell you sadly how love slipped away, ran to the mountain above, and then hid her face in the stars. At the foot of Bumble Mountain, Ye Zhi 6 lies at the bare foot of Bumble Mountain, and Ye Zhi lies in the middle of Lifu Cemetery in Lamke. An ancestor used to be the principal there. Many years ago, there was a church nearby, on the roadside, an ancient cross, no marble plaque, no rhetoric. On the limestone collected nearby, according to his instructions, these words are engraved: throw away the cold eyes of life and death, knight, go forward bravely! (The last sentence is very famous. ) Tagore's I only have a few words that I'm not sure are poems. Hehe, you are alone in the boundless loneliness of your soul. A quiet and lonely girl is a lonely lotus, blooming in the branches of love. I once loved you, Pushkin. I once loved you: love may not be completely dead in my heart; I hope I won't bother you again, and I don't want to make you sad again. I used to love you silently and hopelessly, enduring shyness and jealousy; I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly. God bless you, and the other one will love you as much as I do.

5. Sentences describing the Western Regions 1, "Going beyond the Great Wall" Tang Wang Changling

It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.

If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.

2, "Xia Sai Quwo" Tang Wang Changling

The withered mulberry trees sing cicadas, and the intersection of Xiaoguan in August is crisp in autumn. Through the gate and back, along the way, nothing but yellow reeds and grass.

Heroes come to you and the ice, and they bury their lives in the dust. Learn to boast about brave rangers and horses.

3, "Xia Sai Qu Er" Tang Wang Changling

Horses lead horses to drink across the river, the wind is biting, and the autumn wind is like a sword. The sunset on the vast battlefield has not yet fallen, and I saw Lintao County in the distance in the dark.

The Great Wall once fought a fierce battle, saying that the frontier soldiers were in high spirits. Since ancient times, there have been sandstorms, bones everywhere and weeds everywhere.

4. The Ring of Wang Tang in "Out of the Plug"

The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

5. Liangzhou Ancestral Hall Wang Han

Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa right away.

Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times.

6, "Guan Shanyue" Tang Libai

A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.

At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.

The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

7. "Join the army" in Tang Wang Changling

There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.

Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

8, "Listen to the flute" Tang

The snow is clean, the horses are eating grass in Hu days, and the Qiangdi Building is in the moonlight.

Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight!

9. The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Lai Song Fan Zhongyan

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. The four sides are connected with each other.

Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.

The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.

10, Tang Lu's Theory of Xia Sai Qu Er.

In the dark forest, the grass was suddenly blown by the wind, and the wind was rustling. The general thought that the beast was coming and immediately pulled out the arrow. Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.

1 1, Song of the Plug, Part III, On Tang Lu.

That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.

6. Chinese and western poetry (plus contrast) is regarded as the crystallization and highest embodiment of a national culture, and poetry is also the result of the precipitation of the times, history and culture.

There are great differences between Chinese and western poetry, which respectively reflect the comprehensive achievements of Chinese and western culture, art, aesthetics and literary theory. The comparison between Chinese and Western poems is not only the objective need of cultural exchange, but also the subjective requirement of studying and developing China's poems.

China's poems have always attracted the attention of the world. Refined language and beautiful artistic conception are its symbolic features. Western poetry is equally dazzling. We can find many immortal works from a lot of poems. There are many differences between Chinese and western poems in style, content and structure, but it is not difficult to find the inextricable internal relations between them.

(1) Some western comparative literature researchers point out that the literature of different nationalities will achieve the same goal in the process of parallel development. This phenomenon is indeed reflected in literary works. Although Chinese and western poems have different cultural connotations, we can still find each other's shadows from them.

China's poetry has been in the leading position in the world for a long time. For a long time, western poetry has been more or less influenced by China's poetry. Although China and foreign countries have their own systems in ancient and modern times, there are still some connections, and they are not (and cannot be) completely isolated.

Let me start with China's classical poetry and modern British and American poetry, because the influence of China's classical poetry on the West began with the English translation of China's poems. Judging from Pound's translation of China and the translated works of some British and American translators, the artistic conception of China's poems gradually penetrated into their poetry creation, and China's poems were gradually accepted and studied by them.

Pound, a famous American imagist poet, once said that a "new Greece" was found in China literature, which led to a new "Renaissance". China's classical poetry not only influenced their creation, but also influenced their poetry creation theory.

Because ancient Chinese is a language without suffix changes, unlike English, which has obvious changes in person, number and tense, and its expression is not as accurate as that of western languages, Chinese is more vague and implicit. Amy Lowell once said, "Implication is one of the things we learn from Orientalism."

The striking feature of China's classical poetry is conciseness and concreteness. This requires the poet to have concise words and implicit expression ability.

On the other hand, vivid images and paintings in China's classical poems are also integrated into their creation. The result of this reference is the appearance of "China's Poetry".

Poems by Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Wang Wei, Li Shangyin and Li He, and poems by Li Qingzhao, Liu Yong and Li Yu are the most frequently translated by British and American translators. Their creative techniques have had a great influence on modern British and American poets. Buddhism and Taoism, which spread in China, escaped from reality and improved themselves, and also went deep into their poetry creation.

Bly wrote a poem "Thoughts of Seclusion": "Poetry was written by Bai Juyi. His friend Wright went further. He once added such a title to one of his poems: "I was depressed after reading a bad poem, so I went to an idle grassland and kept company with insects."

This line drawing method is obviously influenced by China's Tang poems. (2) Similarity China's classical poems are characterized by concise words, implicit artistic conception, unity of poetry and painting, and vivid images, and they are integrated into the poetry creation of modern British and American poets in communication. Let's compare the following two poems: drinking (gold) Tao Yuanming and building a house have human feelings, but there are no horses and chariots.

Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself.

William Burroughs Ye Zhi, Innsville Island (Ireland) I'm going to Innsville; Build a small house and a mud house; Set up several rows of bean racks and a row of honey nests, live alone and listen to bees singing in the shade. I will get peace, and it will slowly descend from the fog to the place where crickets sing; The sun is shining at midnight, purple at noon, and the wings of cardinals are flying everywhere in the evening.

I have to go, because I hear the sound of water beating the lake day and night; Whether standing in the driveway or on the gloomy sidewalk, I hear this voice in my heart. (1) From the above two poems, we can see that their artistic conception and words are very similar. Building a house is exactly the same as building a house. Picking chrysanthemums is the same as planting beans and keeping bees. The artistic conception of "Shan Ye breath" and the middle four sentences of the latter poem can completely complement each other.

What the two poets want to express is to leave this painful world of mortals and live a paradise-like life, showing their quiet and far-reaching thoughts and the true meaning of staying away from the hubbub. Judging from the writing technique, both of them adopted the artistic technique of almost sketching, described the scenery objectively and truly without subjective color, and spoke frankly.

This can at least prove that there is * * * commonality between Chinese and western cultures. The elegant and free-spirited artistic conception shown in the two poems is common in both classical poetry and modern British and American poetry, from Li Bai's "laughing without answering his heart" to Du Fu's "fame for a thousand years, fame for ten thousand years, what's good, when you die?"

There are many such examples, and there are also many modern British and American poems, such as T·S· Eliot's famous poem The Waste Land, which fully shows such artistic conception. In artistic expression, there are also many similarities between the two.

The greatest feature of China's classical poetry is implicit, vivid and concise. Only a few numbers can set off the atmosphere, and only a few words can express the artistic conception.

The characteristics of British and American modern poetry creation are implicit, dignified, concentrated and full of emotion, which are closely related to China's influence on his poetry theory, and even some expressions are basically the same. Ezra pound's two short poems "In the Subway Station", which are famous in western poetry circles, are subtle, concise and memorable: these faces appear in the crowd, and petals are hung on the wet black trunk, which are roughly the same as the artistic conception of China's classical "Peach Blossom Face", "Willow Silk" and "Pear Flower with Rain", reflecting the achievements of cultural exchanges between China and the West.

But I personally think that the artistic conception expressed by these metaphors in western poetry is not as beautiful as China's, so it is imaginative. Poetry.

7. Li Bai's Shu Dao Nan, an ancient poem describing the west:

This kind of trip is more difficult than climbing the blue sky, and even hearing it will make people pale!

The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface.

The rapids and waterfalls compete for shade, and the cliff fossils become thunder.

It's hard to get through the Shu Road, but it's hard to get into the sky. Look sideways to the west and ask for advice! "

Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci:

"The Yellow River is far above the white clouds. It is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain.

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

"The withered vine, the old tree, the faint crow, the small bridge, the flowing water, the ancient road, the west wind and the thin horse": Ma Zhiyuan in Yuan Dynasty

"Hunting Tianjiao outside Juyan City, burning white grass in the wild, driving horses when the sky is blue at dusk, and shooting sculptures in the autumn plain." Wang Zhihuan's The Embankment

Rush to the frontier (king)

Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.

Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.

Xiao Guan rides it every time, and it is protected in Yanran.

8. Four ancient poems describing the Western Regions: Husha Lake in Yinchuan.

Water level of Huxia Lake in Helan Mountain

Great Wall Jiangnan Caomu Rong

Sand fish birds gather in reeds.

Zhuang Huai qi Jing Tian zi cheng

Mogao Grottoes

Look at the double eaves on the cliff.

Enjoy Zen in 100 caves.

There are many passers-by in Hexi ancient road

The treasure was left to future generations.

Yumenguan city

Where to find solitary smoke in the desert

The setting sun on a long river is unprecedented.

Yumenguan is in spring.

The soul of a depressed past.

Yumenguan Ji

Like the Yellow River and white clouds.

This lonely city is covered by Wan Ren Mountain.

The yellow sand swept away the majestic appearance.

Leaving only the ancient hills in front of us.

bai longdui

There is a strange shadow in the Gobi desert.

All kinds of strange things are true.

Think about it and let it go.

The landform of Ya Dan is a miracle.

Han Great Wall Site

It used to be near the city.

Leave a broken wall in front of your eyes

The majestic posture of that year has now returned to calm.

I still remember the beauty of wartime.

Mingshashan Yueya Spring

The sunset glow shines on Mingsha Mountain.

The afterglow of the sunset reflected the eyes.

Crescent spring is as clear as a mirror.

The camel team is slow.

terracotta warriors

Worship the queen first, see the soldiers first.

Thousands of troops and horses were buried in the mausoleum.

Zhi Zhi marveled at the prosperity of the Qin Dynasty.

Nostalgia in Lintong

Huaqing hot spring

Mount Li is towering and falls into the clouds.

Li Duo people near Huaqingchi.

Where is the beautiful image of imperial concubine now?

I don't see Ming Chengzu patrolling here.

Famen Temple

The remains of Famen are unique in the world.

Beautiful scenery and unique scenery.

Buddhist holy places shine brilliantly.

All living beings have a strong sense of Zen.

The ancient capital of Xi'an

The new look of the ancient city Xi

The land of geomantic omen is in Guanzhong.

The legacy of Datang still exists today.

The ancient rhyme is one by one.

Xi 'an night market

The night market is busy with lights.

Shops are screaming.

Flavor snacks local specialty

Eat your feet and forget to return.

Gebihang

Eyes full of yellow sand and little green

Looking at the distant mountains and pieces of gold.

Drive for a hundred miles in a row

Green water surrounds a mountain village.