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关于儿童英语小诗歌篇1

张炎 《甘州·寄李筠房》

望涓涓一水隐芙蓉，

几被暮云遮。

正凭高送目，

西风断雁，

残月平沙。

未觉丹枫尽老，

摇落已堪嗟。

无避秋声处，

愁满天涯。

一自盟鸥别后，

甚酒瓢诗锦，

轻误年华。

料荷衣初暖，

不忍负烟霞。

记前度、剪灯一笑，

再相逢、知在那人家?

空山远，

白云休赠，

只赠梅花。

Song of Ganzhou

To a Friend

Zhang Yan

See lotus in bloom

On mist-veiled water loom!

I climb up high and gaze afar on the wild geese

Under the waning moon over the beach in west breeze.

I’m grieved for maples grown old

Have shed all red leaves cold.

Where can I not hear autumn sigh?

Grief brims over the end of the sky.

Since you left me, I’ve spent my years in verse and wine;

Clad in lotus, could you leave rainbow cloud so fine?

Last time we me, we laughed by candlelight;

Meeting again, can we enjoy the same delight?

Your mountain’s bare and far away from my bower.

Do not bring me clouds white

But the cold-proof mume flower!

关于儿童英语小诗歌篇2

吴文英 《望江南》

三月暮，

花落更情浓。

人去秋千闲挂月，

马停杨柳倦嘶风。

堤畔画船空。

恹恹醉，

尽日小帘栊。

宿燕夜归银烛外，

流莺声在绿阴中。

无处觅残红。

Dreaming of the South

Wu Wenying

Late in spring

The fallen blooms

Add to my growing gloom

She's gone; the crescent moon hangs idle over the swing;

The horse beneath willow trees

Neighs tiredly in the breeze.

By waterside an empty painted boat is tied.

Drunk and weary,

All the day long I stay behind the curtain dreary.

The swallows coming back at night

Take rest beyond my silver candlelight.

Orioles' warble fades

Amid green shades.

Nowhere out of the bower

Can be found an unfallen flower.

关于儿童英语小诗歌篇3

吴文英 《风入松》

听风听雨过清明，

愁草瘗花铭。

楼前绿暗分携路，

一丝柳、

一寸柔情。

料峭春寒中酒，

交加晓梦啼莺。

西园日日扫林亭，

依旧赏新晴。

黄蜂频扑秋千索，

有当时、

纤手香凝。

惆怅双鸳不到，

幽阶一夜苔生。

Wind throng Pines

Wu Wenying

Hearing the wind and rain while mourning for the dead,

Sadly I draft an elegy on flowers.

Over dark green lane hang willow twigs like thread,

We parted before the bowers.

Each twig revealing

Our tender feeling.

I drown my grief in wine in chilly spring;

Drowsy, I wake again when orioles sing.

In West Garden I sweep the pathway

From day to day

Enjoying the fine view

Still without you.

On the ropes of the swing the wasps often alight

For fragrance spread by fingers fair.

I'm grieved not to see your foot traces, all night

The mossy steps are left untrodden there.