tonight the moon is a cracker,
with a bite out of it
floating in the night.
and in a week or so
according to the calendar
it will probably look
like a silver football,
and nine, maybe ten days ago
it reminded me of a thin bright claw.
by the end of the month,
it will waste away
nothing but stars in the sky,
and i will have a few nights,
a little time to rest my jittery pen.
1至2分钟英语诗歌二snow adopted after the tune of chin yuan chun
north country scene：
a hundred leagues locked in ice,
a thousand leagues of whirling snow.
both sides of the great wall
one single white immensity.
the yellow river's swift current
is stilled from end to end.
the mountains dance like silver snakes
and the highlands charge like wax-hued elephants,
vying with heaven in stature.
on a fine day, the land,
clad in white, adorned in red,
grows more enchanting.
this land so rich in beauty
has made countless heroes bow in homage.
but the monarches, such as
qinshihuang and hanwudi
were lacking in literary grace,
those days,those people. those poems
the emperors, like tang tai-tsung and sung tai-tsu
had little poetry in their souls;
that proud son of heaven genghis khan,
knew only shooting eagles with bow outstretched
all those are past and gone!
for truly great men look to this age alone.
1至2分钟英语诗歌三i never saw a moor
i never saw a moor-
i never saw the sea-
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.
i never spoke with god
nor visited in heaven-
yet certain am i of the spot
as if the checks were given-