China's Classical Poems Suitable for Recitation

Author Chen Ziang

the Tang Dynasty

No one can see the ancient wisdom of the ancient king, only those wise men who can't see the afterlife can see it.

I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, tears fell down!

Translation:

We can't see the ancient holy king who accepted talents, nor can we see the wise king who was thirsty for talents in later generations.

Only the boundless world is so sad that I can't stop crying!

Second, calm the storm and don't listen to the sound of leaves flapping through the forest.

Author Su Shi

Song dynasty

On March 7th, it was raining on Shahu Road, and all the servants with rain gear left. The same people felt embarrassed, but I didn't think so. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone. It has cleared up, pretending to be the word.

Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.

The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.

Translation:

On March 7th, Hu Sha was caught in the rain, and the servant with rain gear left early. People in the same company feel embarrassed, but I don't think so. After a while, it cleared up, so I made this word. Ignore the sound of rain beating on forests and leaves. You might as well take a leisurely walk while singing and whistling.

Dragging sandals with bamboo poles is lighter than riding a horse. This is a trivial matter. What's to be afraid of? No matter the wind and rain, I will live in hemp fiber all my life. The spring breeze is slightly cool, which makes me awake and makes me feel a little cold. I smiled when I saw the sunset on the mountain. Look back at the place where the wind and rain came and went back, whether it was rain or sunny.

Third, the ugly slave, the middle wall of Shuboshan Road

Author Xin Qiji

Song dynasty

Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words.

Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.

Translation:

People don't know the taste of sadness when they are young, and they like to climb high and look far. I like to climb high and see far, and I am reluctant to say that I am worried about writing a new word. Now I have tasted sadness, but I want to say it but I can't say it. I want to say it, but I can't say it. What a cool autumn!