Poetry about Shakespeare. Please translate Shakespeare's poems.

Version 1

You say you like rain, but when it rains, you take an umbrella;

You say you like sunshine, but when it shines, you hide in the shade;

You say you like the wind, but when the breeze blows in your face, you close the window.

That's why I was afraid when you confided in me.

Version 2

You said that the misty rain was slightly covered, and the Lanting looked far away;

Later, I took care of my dance and covered my clothes deeply.

You said that the spring is bright and the green sleeves are red;

Later, I built the West Building and stood quietly beside the Qing Dynasty.

You say that the soft wind blows gently, and you are drunk;

Later, the doors and windows were closed and the account was in ruins.

You said that the family is gentle, and so hard to forget is the other side;

I rolled my eyes slightly and turned to first frost.

Version 3

The son said that he was eager for rain and opened his umbrella to avoid it.

A son speaks positively, but refuses to look for shade.

Like the wind, I left home.

I'm afraid my son will grow old together.

Version 4

You are happy to rain, open your umbrella.

You are happy during the day, and the forest covers the sun.

Jun Le sealed Xi's account,

You are happy, I am happy, and I am hungry.

Version 5

Love rain with an umbrella, but love the sun with a shadow.

The wind came to cover the window leaves, and I surprised the dragon king.

A speech is short, but lovesickness is long.

Mr. Lang said that he loved me and dared not think about it.

Version 6

I love rain, but I'm afraid that embroidered clothes will get wet, and I like the sun leaning against trees.

If you want the wind and always close the window, how can I pay?

Version 7

In the south of the Yangtze River in March, it is rainy and fragrant.

It's pleasant to get drunk in summer, but it's cool next to beautiful trees.

The frost wind is clearer and earlier, and the moth eyebrows lock the window.

I pity you for being lovesick, and I'm afraid you'll split the mandarin duck soon.

2. Huanxisha Poems

First, Huanxisha-(Song) Su Shi's rustling clothes and towels fell jujube flowers, and the village was ringing in the south.

Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers. The sun is shining, but he is too thirsty. He wants to find some water to drink.

Knock on the door and ask the savage. Second, Huanxisha 1- Su Shi plays in the water ① Qingquan Temple, the temple is near Lanxi, and the stream flows west.

Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free. It rained at dusk.

Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The running water in front of the door can still go west! Don't sing white-haired yellow chicken. 3. Huanxisha (Song Dynasty)-On February 24th, 2007, Su Shi Yuanfeng went from Uncle Liu in Sizhou to Nanshan 1, with drizzle, oblique wind and slight cold.

Light smoke clears the beach. It's getting longer and longer to enter Huaihai and Luo Qing No.2 Middle School.

Snow foam milk flowers float in the afternoon light 3, Artemisia annua buds try spring plate 4. Human taste is pure happiness.

Fourth, Huanxisha-Su Shi, the little chef of hippo, combs more in the spring. In the early and late May, the wind falls on the courtyard, and the light clouds come and go to the moon. Jade ducks smoke the stove to refresh their brains, cover tassels, and rhinos also relieve the cold. Five, Huanxisha-Li Qingzhao embroidered hibiscus with a smile.

Duck wrapped in crab roe with fragrant cheeks. Oh, I don't know

On the one hand, it is charming, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful to send you. The moon moves and the shadow comes back.

Six, Huanxisha (Song)-Li Qingzhao doesn't make a cup of deep amber, but melts before getting drunk. It's time for the wind. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.

Seven, Huanxisha-the idle window of Li Qingzhao's small courtyard is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not sinking, and the leaning against the building is speechless. In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.

Eight, Huanxisha-Li Yuhong is three feet high in the sun, and the golden stove adds incense to the beast, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles every step. Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can smell flute and drum.

Nine, Huanxisha-Yan Shu, a new song, a glass of wine, the weather is old last year. When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.

Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path. 10. Huanxisha-Yan Shu's small pavilion has a swallow in its double curtains, and the sunset glow falls in Sha Ting.

The dry shadow of the roll column enters the cold wave. For a while, the wind gives birth to a green curtain, and for a while, the raindrops round the lotus.

People who wake up after drinking are too worried. 1 1. Huanxisha-Yan Shuyu's bowl is dripping with ice dew, and the powder is melted with fragrant snow through the gauze.

Beauty powder sweat, through the thin gauze clothing, revealing a fragrant and white body; There are more faces with heavy makeup in the evening than lotus flowers. After going to the toilet, the slightly drooping hair complements the moon-like eyebrows; A touch of reddish wine dizzy, as bright as the morning glow, fell on her cheeks.

Sleeping during the day and sunset under the sun are all the first awakening of the spring dream. Twelve, Huanxisha-Yan Shu has always been young and limited, and it is easy to be ecstatic when she leaves.

Don't speak frequently at banquets and songs. Mountains and rivers are far away, and falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more.

It is better to pity the present. 13. Huanxisha-Su Shi's wind pressure is light and clouds fly with the water, while Yan Qing's pool hall fights for mud.

Shen Lang is too weak to bear the weight of clothes. There is no letter in the sand, and the time between bamboo forests is sad to hear the partridge.

My deep feelings are only known by falling flowers. 14. Huanxisha-Qin Guan is lonely and cold, just like poor autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint.

Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.

15. Huanxisha-Zhangxian Building is high 100 feet. On the Chunjiang River, the smoke has not yet returned to the radial direction. How many times like a river tide? 16. Huanxisha-Yan February, the breeze came, thousands of strands of green silk greeted each other, dancing in the rain and sleeping soundly. The makeup mirror steals leaves from the eyebrows and borrows branches from the music.

Late autumn frost is merciless. 17. Huanxisha-(Song Dynasty) Yan sang red plum words, and the willow branches and peach leaves were hidden.

Stop the clouds and send them away. Only when his freewheeling sleeves are wet can he sing a song against Diane's eyebrows.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, Yan Chai's beam was damaged. 18. Huanxisha-Yan's eyebrows fight and draw dragons every day, and he is very frivolous.

Don't marry your heart Spitting wine and stirring words, the flowers are like dancing clothes.

Spring burst into tears and said it was bleak. Nineteen, Huanxisha-Su Shi's storms don't remember Su, and there are thousands of cars in the snow.

But it's full. I'm sorry. Green sleeves cling to the wind and lingering catkins, and red lips are rotten and drunk.

Hand tweezers cream beard bottle. 20. Huanxisha-Su Shi thanked the rain in Shitan, Xuzhou, and wrote five songs on the road.

Tancheng is 20 miles east of the city, which often corresponds to the increase or decrease of turbidity in Surabaya. Seeing the fish in the dark red sun, even the village turned green and black, and the yellow children and the old people got together.

Although elk are not used to meeting people, apes don't need to bark when they smell drums. When they come back, they will talk to Sanggu. Turn on the red makeup to see the princess, the 3355 barbed fence door, rows of hairpin passing through the skirt.

Young and old help the wheat harvest club, Wu Yuxiang Dance God Village, and the road is drunk at dusk. The hemp leaves are shining layer by layer, who cooks cocoon fragrance village? The fence is charming and the words are distorted.

Hang a white stick and lick your eyes? ? Soft and hungry, when will the bean leaves turn yellow? ] 2 1. Huanxisha-Su Shi's soft grass flat sand has been raining, and the sand is light and clean. When do you clean the coupling? Mulberries are splashed in the warm day, and the wind is like wormwood.

Stone is the middleman. 22. Huanxisha-Zhao Lingzhi's water is full of flowers.

Fragrant and chaotic, deep language says oriole. The east wind is light and soft.

The long spring dream is short, and the willow smoke in Yanjiao is low. When yukiko Yuchuang plays chess.

Twenty-three, Huanxisha-Nalan residual emblem cold painting screen. Plum blossoms fall, the flute sounds, it's already midnight, and there is no one in the month.

I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. I remember my life in the sound of heartbreak.

Twenty-four, Huanxisha-Nalan Rong Ruo who read the west wind alone cool, rustling yellow leaves close the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.

Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, the only way was twenty-five, Huanxisha-Li Jingxiang was fragrant, and the west wind worried about the green waves.

With the light * * * gaunt, ugly. The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold.

How many tears are hateful to lean on.

3. Seek poetry of past lives, poetry of three lives, and Mansha Zhu Hua.

Sanshengshi: the old soul on Sanshengshi, not to mention enjoying the moon and singing the wind;

Shamed lovers come from afar, although the opposite sex still exists.

Past life: if people can be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in the world, then, I love, what is our past life?

If you are a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan, I am the one you miss under your wrist. If you are the urchin who plays truant, I am the brand-new marble that fell out of your schoolbag, watching you unconsciously walk in the grass by the roadside. If I were a monk with a wall, I would be a burning incense in front of the temple and spend a quiet time with you.

So when we meet in this life, we always feel a little unfinished, just in a trance, unable to tell you in detail.

There are flowers on the other side of Manzhushahua (because they are also called flowers on the other side).

There is no chance between flowers and leaves.

Forget Sichuan, the waves are calm,

There is a natural barrier between him and the coast.

The passers-by of the fire are long,

Cause and effect are scattered in past lives.

May the sadness of heart and feelings be sad.

Flowers bloom and leaves fall, goodbye.

White Datura flower, the sacred flower in the sky, blooms for thousands of years and leaves are in full bloom.

Red manzhushahua, the flower of evil in hell, thanks to the Millennium, the leaves bloom and fall.

Flowers and leaves never meet.

"Why is there only a red manjushahua in the sky and no white mandala?"

"... because heaven is Naraku's hell. "

4. Poems about Byron

Byron's poem 1, "Qin Luo family" Go, your gorgeous scenery, your rose garden! Let the rich darling wander in your eyes; Give me back the steep rock, where the snow sleeps, although it still remembers the wounds of freedom and love.

However, Caledonian, how magnificent your mountain peak is: on that snowy mountain peak, despite the high sky and strong wind, despite the raging waterfalls and no soothing springs, I miss the dark period of L 'Aquinas and sigh. Oh, my little steps wander there every day. I wore a Scottish hat and a floral coat, meditating on some long-lost patriarchs in my mind and strolling on the path shaded by pine trees; I lingered until the sunset glow was replaced by the shining Polaris, because the old story aroused my fantasy. Oh, it was the spread of the dark Loquinaca people.

"Alas, the ghost of the dead! Didn't I hear your voice rising in the rolling night wind? " It must be the ghost of a hero, happy and noisy, driving a long wind and galloping in the valley of his plateau! Near Loquenaka, whenever the wind and clouds gather, the winter cold will come on his ice car: the clouds there revolve around the traces of my ancestors, who lived under the dark phoenix storm in Loquenaka. "Unlucky people and brave people! Isn't there a bad omen that you have been abandoned by fate? " Ah, although you were destined to die in Craton, your fall did not win a cheering victory.

But you still sleep happily in the mud, and you and your people rest in the cave of Brahma Mountain. Scottish bagpipes sing in the dark mountains, and your deeds echo in the Lokwanaga mountains. Luoqu Naga, I have left you year after year, and it will take many teenagers to set foot on your land again! Although nature doesn't decorate you with green fields and flowers, your Biar is more precious than the summer in En Plain.

Oh, England, from the perspective of a wanderer in the distant mountains, your beautiful scenery is too tame and small, which makes me yearn for the majestic and rough cliffs and the dark and sinister eventful autumn in Lokwanagar. 2. The inscription on a signed album in Malta is like a cold tombstone. The name of the deceased stunned passers-by. When you turn to this page, my name will attract your thoughtful eyes.

Maybe one day, after reading this register, you will read my name silently. Please miss me as you miss the dead, and believe that my heart is buried here. 3. "As long as I restrain myself again", as long as I restrain myself again, I will get rid of the colic that separates my heart; I sigh for you and love for the last time, and I will go back to my busy life.

I am carefree now, and I am good at muddling along, although these things have never made me like them; Even if all the fun in the world flies away, what sadness can make me sad again? Bring me wine and give me a banquet. People are not suitable for living alone. I will be an unintentional prodigal son, laughing with everyone, not sad with others. I'm not like this on a beautiful day, and I won't be like this. If you don't die and leave me alone, you will become nothing-everything will lose its meaning.

My harp wants to play and sing smartly! The smile reluctantly made by "sadness" is like a rose covered on a stone grave, but it is a mockery of the hidden sadness. Although I have a happy friend who can drink, I can temporarily drive away the grumbling; Although laughter ignited the crazy soul, this heart-this heart is still lonely! Many times, on quiet and lonely nights, I gazed at the sky with peace of mind, because I guessed that the silver light of this heaven was shining sweetly in your contemplative eyes; Often, when Cynthia is high above, when I am sailing in the waves of the Aegean Sea, I will think, "Cesar is looking at the bright moon"-alas, it is shining on her grave! When I was tossing and turning in bed with pain and insomnia, the high fever was twitching my beating blood vessels. "Sasha cannot know my pain," I said weakly. "This is a comfort."

As if a slave had been tortured all his life, it was useless to set him free. Pity gave me life in vain, because, oh, Cesar has passed away! This is a gift from my Cesar, when life and love are still brilliant! Oh, how different you look now! How sad that time has infected you! The heart that promised me to be with you is silent-alas, I hope mine is also silent! Although it is as cold as a dead man, I still feel and hate the chill all over. Evidence of your sour heart! Your sad watch! Although sad, but stick it on my chest! Keep that love, make it exclusive, or tear your persistent heart.

Time can only cool down, but it can't touch love, and love will be more sacred because of despair; Oh, how can Qian Qian's ten thousand active loves compare with this kind of love for the dead? 4. "Bravery" is the eternal ghost of your great spirit! Freedom, you are the brightest in the dungeon! Because there you live in people's hearts-that heart, which only listens to your love; When your followers were shackled and sacrificed in a dark dungeon, their motherland was respected and the reputation of freedom spread with every gust of wind. Sion. Your prison has become a sacred place, and your gloomy ground has become an altar, because Bernival walked around there and left a deep mark, as if your cold slate were grass-growing soil! Don't erase that footprint because it turned to God for help under tyranny.

5. "This country has no freedom to fight for", this country has no freedom to fight for, and fight for the freedom of its neighbors! To care about the honor of Greece and Rome and put an end to this cause! Benefiting mankind is a heroic achievement, and the rewards are often equally grand. Fight for freedom, anywhere! Shoot, hang, or be sealed.