《葬花吟》中英文对照
《葬花吟》英文版
Flowers fade and fly,
and flying fill the sky;
Their bloom departs, their perfume gone,
yet who stands pitying by?
And wandering threads of gossamer
on the summer-hou are en,
And falling catkins lightly dew-steeped
strike the embroidered screen.
A girl within the inner rooms,
I mourn that spring is done,
A veil of sorrow binds my heart,
and solace there is none.
I pass into the garden,
pro6and I turn to u my hoe,
蓝田玉石
Treading over fallen glories
as I lightly come and go.
There are willow-sprays and flowers of elm,
and the have scent enough.
I care not if the peach and plum,
are stripped from every bough.
The peach-tree and the plum-tree too
next year may bloom again,
But next year, in the inner rooms,
tell me, shall I remain?
By the third moon new fragrant nests
shall e the light of day,
New swallows fly among the beams,
each on its thoughtless way.
Next year once more they'll ek their food
among the painted flowers,
But I may go, and beams may go,
and with them swallow bowers.
Three hundred days and sixty make
a year, and therein lurk
Daggers of wind and swords of frost
to do their cruel work.
How long will last the fair fresh flower
which bright and brighter glows?
One morning its petals float away,
but to where no-one knows.
Gay bloooming buds attract the eye,
faded they're lost to sight;
Oh, let me sadly bury them
beside the steps tonight.
Alone, unen, I ize my hoe,
with many a bitter tear;
They fall upon the naked stem
and stains of blood appear.
The night-jar now has cead to mourn,
the dawn comes on apace,
I ize my hoe and clo the gates,
leaving the burying-place;
But not until sunbeams dot the wall
少儿阅读
does slumber soothe my care,
The cold rain pattering on the pane
as I lie shivering there.
You wonder that with flowing tears
my youthful cheek is wet;
寒食古诗的意思They partly ri from angry thoughts,
and partly from regret.
Regret that spring comes suddenly;
and anger that it cannot last.
No sound to announce its approach,
or warn us when it's pasd.
Last night within the garden
sad songs were faintly heard,
Sung, as I knew, by spirits,
spirits of flower and bird.
We cannot keep them here with us,
the much-loved birds and flowers,
They sing but for a ason's space,
and bloom a few short hours.
If only I on a feathered wing
might soar aloft and fly,
With flower spirits I would ek
the rooms within the sky.
But high in the air
What grave is there?
No, give me an embroidered bag
within to lay their charms,
And Mother Earth, pure Mother Earth,
惩处
shall hide them in her arms.
Thus tho sweet forms which spotless came
shall spotless go again,
Nor pass dirty with mud and filth
along some filthy drain.
Farewell, dear flowes, forever now,
thus buried as was best,
I have not yet divined when I
with you shall sink to rest.
企业培训心得
I who can bury flowers like this
a laughing-stock shall be;
I cannot say in days to come
what hands shall bury me.
See how when spring begins to fail
each opening flower fades;
So too there is a time of age
and death for beautiful maids;
And when the fleeting spring is gone,
and days of beauty over,
Flowers fall, and lovely maidens die,
and both are known no more.
葬花吟
花谢花飞飞满天，红消香断有谁怜？
游丝软系飘春榭，落絮轻粘扑绣帘。
一年三百六十日，风刀霜剑严相逼，
明媚鲜妍能几时，一朝漂泊难寻觅。
花开易见落难寻，阶前愁煞葬花人，
独把花锄偷洒泪，洒上空枝见血痕。
愿侬此日生双翼，随花飞到天尽头。
产妇催乳按摩天尽头！何处有香丘？
未若锦囊收艳骨，一抔净土掩风流，
质本洁来还洁去，强于污淖陷渠沟。
尔今死去侬收葬，未卜侬身何日丧？
侬今葬花人笑痴，他年葬侬知是谁？
天尽头！何处有香丘？
试看春残花渐落，便是红颜老死时。
一朝春尽红颜老，花落人亡两不知！
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