Song of Autumn秋词(刘禹锡)Since olden days we feel in autumn s a d an d drear,自古逢秋悲寂寥But I say spring cannot compete with autumn clear.我言秋日胜春朝On a fine day a crane cleaves the clouds an d soars high;晴空一鹤排云上It leads the poet's lofty min d to azure sky.便引...
!Song of Autumn秋词(刘禹锡)Since olden days we feel in autumn s a d an d drear,自古逢秋悲寂寥But I say spring cannot compete with autumn clear.我言秋日胜春朝On a fine day a crane cleaves the clouds an d soars high;晴空一鹤排云上,It leads the poet's lofty min d to azure sky.便...
can I tell where the garlands go? Can I say where the lost leaves veer On the brown-burnt banks, when the wild winds blow, When they drift through the dead-wood drear? Girl! when the garlands of next year glow, You may gather again, my dear— But I go where the last year’s ...
bleak and disheartening. This poem, however, pictures the disheartening. This poem, however, pictures the scenes to the contrary. The poet believes that autumn day is just as fair as spring morning and is a crane which, full of vigor and hope, rides the...
pictures the disheartening. This poem, however, pictures the scenes to the contrary. The poet believes that autumn day is just as fair as spring morning and is a crane which, full of vigor and hope, rides the clouds and soars into the blue sky. Looking at the scene, one is greatly ins...
百度试题 结果1 题目3. In the poem Song of Autumn(《秋词》) by Liu Yuxi, autumn is full(充满)of life and hope. 相关知识点: 试题来源: 解析 答案见上 反馈 收藏
(1)Which dynasty is the poem Song of Autumn written in? A.Song.B.Yuan.C.Ming.D.Tang.(2)How was autumn in Liu's eyes at that time? A.He thought it was a sad time.B.He thought that autumn...
Autumn Song by Sarojini Naidu - Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow, The sunset hangs on a cloud; A golden storm of glittering sheaves, Of fair an
but because it is Autumn, it is relaxed and this chief of joy(i.e.the brain) does not suffer the pain of beating swiftly.Then in the third stanza, the soul of man is decribed to a dried sheaf, which is almost dead and {death} is like a comedy of errors.A great poem, if someo...
Farmers ever lose no time to plant their crops so as to reap in autumn. Fair and sweet is the spring. It is a fair poem, it is a sweet song. I’d like conclude this short essay with a poem also titled A Song of Spring: The golden beam alights from sky, Th’catkins in th’...