Foreign poems about beautiful dreams

1. Who has a poem about foreign poetry dreams that is Russian? Akhmatova's love, love, love?

This kiss is on your forehead!

At this moment of separation from you,

Let me say goodbye to you straight away.

What you think is true,

My life is just a dream;

If hope has flown away,

Whether it's night or day.

Whether it is meditation. Whether it's okay or not.

Will there be more losses?

Everything we see, everything we see.

It's just love, love, love.

I stood on the shore and watched the surging waves.

Listening to the roar of the sea,

I grabbed a handful of golden sand,

In the palm of your hand-rarely!

They must slip through their fingers,

Dive into the deep sea.

I can only cry-I can only cry!

Oh, my God! That's definitely not what I meant .../Can I say that? ...

Hold on tight,

I can't catch them either, okay?

Oh, my God! That's definitely not what I meant .../Can I say that? ...

From the relentless waves

Can't I get one back?

Everything we saw and heard.

Just a love. Love?

2. Poem 1 Describing "Sweet Dreams" and "Two Dreams of Li Bai, Next"

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Clouds are floating in the sky, but old friends have gone for a long time.

I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me.

The clouds in the sky are flying all day, so why don't the long-distance old friends stay soon? I always dream about you frequently at night, which shows your deep affection for me.

2. "Dream Micro"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.

Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.

I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years.

3. Dream of Jiangnan Orchid

Tang Dynasty: Huang Fusong

Blue embers fall, and the screen is dark red bananas. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, whistling in the night boat and rustling in the rain. At the People's Postal Bridge.

The candle is deeper, the candle is dim, and the canna on the painting screen is blurred. I was sleepy and finally fell asleep. In my dream, I was in Jiangnan after a long separation. When childhood is mature, it is the rainy season in Jiangnan. I was alone in the boat, holding a bamboo flute, playing with the rustling rain outside the boat, and sometimes I heard people talking at the post station on the bridge, talking about the long-lost local accent and telling unforgettable stories.

4. Li Bai's two dreams (I)

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you.

I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way.

Old friend, you suddenly came to my dream, because you know I will always remember you. I'm afraid you won't be a ghost in your dream. It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. Life and death are hard to estimate.

5. Gu Tian Yuan Youmeng

Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui

The water flows eastward and never stops. Early know this day is sad, there should be no original lovesickness.

The meeting in the dream is always unclear, and we can't catch up to see a clearer portrait, and this kind of wet dream is often helpless and will be startled by the sound of the mountain bird.

Wang Yang Woshui flows eastward and never stops. If I had known it was bleak today, I shouldn't have been so haggard. I always can't see the meeting in my dream clearly, and I can't see the portrait I chased clearly, and this kind of spring dream is often awakened by the cry of mountain birds.

The happiest thing in the world is to fight for the ideal.

Socrates The human mind needs ideals more than matter. -Yu Guozhi is the bud of the growth of noble behavior.

-Mo Gehrig In an ideal world, everything is designed for the best purpose. -Voltaire The higher a person's ideal, the purer his life will be.

-Voynichese activities will become empty and insignificant if there is no ideal incentive. -Chernyshevski people's ideals and ambitions are often in direct proportion to their abilities.

-Johnson I would rather be the smallest person who has a dream and is eager to realize it than the greatest person who has neither a dream nor a desire. -Ji Bolun The past belongs to death, and the future belongs to oneself.

Shelley For young people, the future is a fairyland. Sarah's real generosity to the future is to give everything to the present.

-Camus Our ideals, no matter what, belong to the future. Chilet.

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. Very rare. 2. Toyotomi Hideyoshi's self-singing is like sunrise, which comes and goes in a hurry. Osaka is magnificent and dreamy. (Toyotomi Hideyoshi was written by Ji Xiuji. This poem was sung before he died. The sound of the loom stopped abruptly for three nights, and the bright moon in front of the window was like autumn water. My mother wanted to ask, but she lowered her eyebrows. 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. An ancient poem about a beautiful dream: A sentence from Ouyang Hao: Leaving home is a dream year.

Liu Shenxu's words are like spring water, wandering around his hometown. Xue Ying said, "Hua stayed in Vietnam and dreamed of returning to Qin Yue." .

Duan said that lice suddenly and violently hindered dreams, and insects called louder and louder. Duan Meng thinks in his dream, but cherishes the lamp in his words.

Si Kongtu sentence Cool crane dream, Su Sangyi. Zhao Wei said that when Matsushima Crane wrote back, Orange Island was full of dreams.

Xiong jiao's sentence is tired of listening to birds singing. After waking up, when spring is over, he sweeps off the flowers. Meng Bin talked about fairy birds, but he talked about his dream in the air. The Qing dynasty was not ashamed of itself.

God knows I remember him, which made me meet him in a dream on earth. Li Pin's words only took five words, which ended his life.

("North Dream") Every sentence of Li Yuan has three glasses of wine and a game of chess. (Dream in the North).

Li Jing said that there are 100,000 households in Chengdu, and nine Niu Yi Mao. (See "North Dream") Juyuan Yang's sentence dreams of Yizhou with three knives and Liaocheng with one arrow.

(See Chronicle below). Zhao Lu's sentence dreams of the sun and the moon, and reminds me of the song of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

(See Yuezhou County Records). When Han Wo recalled sleep for three times, the dream of spring was all sleep.

If it can't be displayed, the Hosta will hang the pillow. TanYongzhi's sentence "Things are different, and dreams are brokenhearted and tired." .

(Yi Monk) The trace of Wu Bin's sentence did not leave the egret, and the dream soul went to Zhegu Village first. Linghu Chu sang and joined the army. Hu Feng has five twists and turns, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty is brighter.

Even if I dream of going home, I can still smell the traffic jam. Ling Hu-chu's Zaqu and two songs of Sauvignon Blanc, Xing Jun Denglong and My Dream is in My Boudoir.

Jade chopsticks fall in thousands of rows, and the silver bed is half empty. Linghu Chu Zaqu, two pieces of Sauvignon Blanc, spring sleep, screen window fans.

In the hazy dream, the wanderer is in western Liaoning. Miscellaneous songs, the sixth song, there is no figure in the boudoir candle, and Luo Ping has a dream soul.

I'm tired of music recently, and I watch the military gate all day. Miscellaneous songs, long-lived female clouds send rain to Kansai, and the wind spreads to the north and autumn.

Lonely lights make people dream, and cold pestle makes people homesick. The zaqu "The Second Big Sword Music" (the upper carving song) is full of tears, but jade can be sold easily.

Walking with the bright moon, dreams are far away. The bottle began to run out last night, and now the urn is open.

Love love love, come to the restaurant. Zhang Wen's tears are endless, and jade sells well.

If you go with the bright moon, don't dream of a distant soul. Song answered a field visit to the mountains and returned late.

Going to bed suddenly became a dream, just like in Songqiu Mountain. In Jingzhou, Song returned to Mengze in Lingnan. In autumn, there are clouds in the sky.

It will also be the feather of the heron and re-enter the partridge group. Zhang said that he entered Cornus Mountain on the 9th and wrote five poems, of which 5,000 were in the mountain height.

When you are drunk, you will meet the saints, and when you dream, you will find the immortals. Shen Rujun's "in my heart forever" two geese are hard to send, but they are too worried to dream.

May the lonely moon shine on Fu Bo camp. Since its abandonment, Zheng Gugu has spent more than half a century in the elegant house of Xishu ... Four rhymes hang on every thought and smell the words, and the rainy night reaches the meditation bed.

Haven't seen you again, the cinema Qiu Guang sparkles. Lonely clouds will eventually break the contract, and thin officials will be hurt.

Dream around the Changsong Pagoda, burning a wick in the distance. Bin Xu spent the night in Jingshan, and his relatives and friends met with different situations, and occasionally stopped the boat.

There are no restrictions, but there is nothing to talk about when we meet. Always sitting in disbelief and dreams, feeling anxious and uneasy.

It's easier to be famous than to be late. It's time to go. Bin Xu Hannan, who is pregnant with friends, returned to the East in the west. Why did he meet him?

Dreaming of Wu Yueshui, I hate the deep Hunan Han Zhong. Cumulus clouds open the way, and snow peaks overlap.

Who knows that when I am old, I pity your sudden appearance. Cui Tu's title is Songyang hermit's dream for forty years, and his official career refers to a hill.

No one has lived together for a long time, and cranes repair ghosts. Grass mingled with fields, springs and streams of stone slurry.

Even more disrespectful to the old genealogy, it is suspected that it is autumn on earth. Wu Shan Temple in Cuitu looks like a whimper, which should hurt the spring of the old country.

Jiangshan is not the old master, sex is the predecessor. Dreamer, the spirit is still blessed by Chu people.

I wonder where it will be in thousands of years. In William's hometown, Cuitu Spring Festival Evening is full of flowers, but the dream of Jianglou is still incomplete.

If you want to live half your life, it's hard to live forever. Li Tejue is flawless, and acacia grass has orchids.

I was disappointed in the spring of two years, unlike in Chang 'an. Cui Tu's gathering friends in autumn night has accumulated a lot of merits, and the stars and the moon are frosty.

I should be as withdrawn as I am, and I will be happy with you. After the monk returns to the moon, poetry becomes a guest dream.

More smell the crane police, clear dew and loose drops. Cui Rabbit gave a gift to the grain fetch monk. I stopped eating when I heard that Zhong Zhong was alone. Why should he care more?

Few people go to the hospital quietly, and go to the top of the mountain from the grass. There are no birds under the stage, and there are clouds buried on the stone road.

In order to remember the old Zen, I also dreamed of a hundred cliffs. Cui Tu lived in seclusion in spring, thinking of old events in the south of the Yangtze River. Dumen, is it a solution?

Dreams never leave the spring stone, which Lin Wei called seclusion. Gradually get familiar with the floating world and recall the old mountain spring.

The water and wind in the south are warm, so white apples should be born. Cui Tu stayed at the top of Lushan Mountain, left Duan Lin and saw Qianfeng.

If you are idle for a long time, it should be difficult to arrive temporarily. Despite the burial of the old, the window of the monk is cold.

I felt unwilling, so I dreamed of Chang 'an. Cui Tu reads autumn nights, it's time to go out.

White doesn't happen early, Qingyun goes late. I only want to go to the country in my dream, but I can't track him.

Strengthen my way, there is no doubt about it. In early August, Han Wo left home and went to Qian Shan for the first time.

There is only a dream on the face, and it is silent when crying. The ancestral seats are scattered, and the horses are in the empty suburbs.

Self-pity is not knowledge, embarrassment is fame. Han Wo wants to get rid of window talk and restore his youth.

I always meet before I want to leave. I hate endless books. I am extremely suspicious.

I am disappointed in Taoyuan Road, but I only dream of it. Wu Rong sent Master Guangli to Zidian for a long time in the east and Haimen in the east.

Furong knows it's a dream, don't be ecstatic. A bird that gets up early in the morning becomes an ape.

The mountain should be old when it is heavy. Wu Rong sent Tongguan early, and the sky collapsed at the beginning of the month. His dream is still alive.

The trees are dark and the jade steps are cold. The official patrol ends with suffering, and the life experience is quiet.

Struggle is like hiding in the mountains, rushing with the clouds and pillows. Wu Rongdie fell in love, and the smoke in the South Garden was slightly exposed.

To live is to live together, and to fly is to fly. Grass is shallow and sorrow, flowers are residual and cherish the sunset glow.

Long-time friends pick up fragrant girls, and dreams are far away at night. Dai Siyan's Rain on the River is not free unless he doesn't want to go.

Where the stars shine, the wind and rain bring cool autumn. Cold locks empty dreams, and the sound is sad with yellow leaves.

The rustling is not over yet, and I will go to Pingzhou sooner or later.

6. Ancient poems describing dreams have no dreams.

Tang Bai Juyi

Old eyes are dim, and spring clothes are cold after rain.

Forget the old poems and taste the new wine.

Stupidity depends on stability, and carelessness takes advantage of the difficulties of companionship.

Gradually selling fame and fortune, no dream of Chang' an.

indulge in wishful thinking

Don du fu

In February, I was sleepy and didn't sleep alone at night.

Peach blossoms are warm and drunk, and Chun Zhu's sunset dreams are connected.

At the bottom of the thorns in the hometown gate lane, the central plains monarch and minister are beside the tiger.

Fight when the land is settled, and no officials will ask for money everywhere.

Guimeng

Don du fu

The roads are congested and the mountains and rivers are lonely.

The only old man who dragged out an ignoble existence has rebelled for three dynasties.

The rain is urgent and the green maple is dusk, and the clouds are deep and the black water is far away.

If you don't get your dream back, you don't have to talk about it.

Li Bai's two dreams

Don du fu

When death is the reason for parting, people will cry, but life leaves again and again.

You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river.

Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you.

I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way.

The soul comes to the maple leaf, and you disappear into a vague castle.

However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? .

I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air.

There is water to cross, they are wild and toss, and no one makes horned dragons.

Clouds are floating in the sky, but old friends have gone for a long time.

I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me.

The difference is that you always look in a hurry and always talk about how easy it is to meet.

There are many dangerous waves on the rivers and lakes, and I am worried that your ship will capsize and sink.

When he went out, he scratched his head with white hair and regretted that he had failed his life.

Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard.

Who can say that the principle of justice is not Qiren in old age, but innocent bondage?

Even if there is a good name handed down from generation to generation, it is difficult to make up for the sad loss.

7. Turning to a foreign poem-the green willow by the stream-Ye Zhi's poetic life is beside Sally Garden. My love and I did meet her and walked through Sally Garden with a little snow-white feeling. She told me to take my love away, just like leaves grow on trees, but I was young and stupid. I didn't make an appointment with her to stand with me in the field by the river. He put her snow-white hand on my shoulder and she called. Butler? A poem written by, adapted from Irish folk songs, was first translated into Liu.

Perhaps more people are familiar with his masterpieces, such as When You Are Old, Ode to Narcissus, Hundred Birds, etc. These masterpieces are considered fresh and romantic, like a girl walking slowly in the steam on an Irish lake, and like the newly condensed dew on the grass in midsummer morning. But this little poem, with its plain and simple language and profound and meaningful connotation, makes me remember it vividly and never forget it.

In the bright peach forest in early spring, beside the fragrant lotus pond in midsummer, or beside the fiery maple forest in autumn ... When I fall into romantic beauty, the picturesque scenery in front of me and my bright young life like the morning sun make me deeply intoxicated with happiness, and poetry will always emerge from my mind, patiently and kindly telling me a seemingly simple but extremely rich philosophy of life: all the beautiful things in the world are so fleeting. My understanding of the philosophy to be revealed in the poem has always been superficial, which reminds people to cherish all lovely things by remembering the lost love. Later, after listening to the song of the same name sung by Japanese singer Emi Fujita, I thought that the poet had been obsessed with love all his life, only to find that the story told in the poem was a portrayal of the author's life, and it wanted to tell us more than "cherish time, cherish things"! In the story of the poem, because the teenager was young and frivolous, he didn't listen to his lover's gentle advice. The world is passing and time is passing. After the vicissitudes of life, the old boy suddenly realized the affectionate and sincere advice of his lover, and the happiness of losing his life made the former boy shed tears of regret.

Re-reading this poem, I was deeply moved by this gentle and wise girl with light hands and feet. What a wonderful picture this is. At the foot of the clear and boundless mountain, the winding river bypasses Sally Garden like a white ribbon, and walking slowly along the river bank is her who makes her dream come true. She has light footsteps, white skin as snow, expectant eyes and a bright smile. She leaned her head gently on my shoulder, and her gentle and sweet voice told me like a bird's song: Relax love, relax life ............. She is so young, but she has rare wisdom. She sincerely advises her lover to treat life and love naturally, to have a normal heart and not to be too persistent, otherwise she will hate her for a lifetime because of her temporary "stupidity".

Unfortunately, neither the teenager in the story nor Ye Zhi, the author of this poem, understood the girl's suggestion. When they finally understand this truth after a lifetime of tossing, their beautiful youth is long gone. People who like Ye Zhi must know Maud. Just, she is not only a famous and beautiful actress, but also a female warrior of the Irish national liberation movement. Ye Zhi described her beauty in many poems, and even foreign writers who met her by chance at banquets were amazed. It is natural that young poets will be attracted to such women.

He wrote countless famous articles for her. He described her with strong and passionate apple blossoms and roses, and praised her with Helen and Venus, but such love still could not impress her. He insisted all his life and proposed to her many times. Even if the woman he loves marries another woman again and again, the poet's passionate flame never goes out. He spent almost all his life waiting for her love. It was not until the flower of youth faded that he got the true love of another woman, but those wasted teenagers never came back ... what a bitter time it was, which made the poet in his twenties grow old overnight. His face was covered with wind and frost, and he meditated in shallow sadness: when you are old, your temples are gray, the years have passed, and how much love is fading, my heart hidden among the stars still loves you like a pilgrim. In those days, I don't know how the poet got up the courage to regain hope again and again. He longs for a free life away from the hubbub with his beloved woman, just like Bai Niao flying freely on the coast of Dunham. But how can she accept this love after worrying about the future of the motherland day and night? How can she abandon her responsibility and live with her lover in an era when the nation has not been liberated and the people have suffered from colonial oppression? Because of her love for the nation, she can only choose like-minded national liberation fighters as her lover, so the poet's love ideal is doomed to be just a dream.

How time flies! More than 30 years have passed, they are no longer young, and time has proved the firmness of this love. However, when he opened his heart again and promised her the love of his life, he waited for more than 30 years, but what he got was as cold as ever. I can't bear to imagine the poet's later proposal being rejected. The heart tortured in the purgatory of love brings us deep regret at the same time. I am in Ireland. I sometimes wonder, if he is not so infatuated, if he is not so rational, if they are in peacetime, will their stories be less painful? When someone asked her about Ye Zhi in an interview, she said, "Future generations will thank me for not accepting his love."

Maybe her repeated rejection really inspired his creation, or maybe she didn't love him and was wise.