Who knows the title of this poem? What is the title of this poem?

It's from the Dream of Red Mansions, red bean songs.

Red beans, meaning acacia. The general consciousness is that the feeling of longing makes people gradually lose weight, and they do not think hard. Like green mountains and green waters, there is no end to it!

Full text: The daughter is sad, and her youth has been empty;

The daughter is sad, and the penitent husband is looking for the marquis;

My daughter is happy, and the color of the morning makeup in the mirror is beautiful;

The daughter is happy, and the spring shirt is thin on the swing rack.

The drops are not similar to the blood and tears throwing red beans, and the spring willows and spring flowers are full of paintings.

I can't sleep steadily, after the wind and rain of the screen window, I can't forget, new sorrow and old sorrow.

I can't swallow it, the jade and gold grains choke on my throat, I can't see it all, and the flowers in the diamond mirror are thin.

The brows that can't be opened are even more leaky by the unknown.

It is just like the green mountains that cannot be hidden, and the green water that flows continuously.

Red bean song "Dream of Red Mansions".

Endless lovesickness, blood and tears throw red beans.

The spring willows and spring flowers are full of paintings.

Sleep unsteadily, screen windows, after wind and rain after dusk.

I can't forget the new sorrow and the old sorrow.

I can't swallow the jade grains, and my throat is full of gold.

I can't see the thin in the diamond glasses.

Can't open his brow.

The unclear ones are even more leaky.

It seems that the green mountains that can't be covered are faint.

The green water flows continuously.

The green water is long, the green water is long.

Red bean koji. Red beans that are not dripping with lovesick blood and tears.

The spring willows and spring flowers are full of buildings.

Sleep unsteadily, screen windows, after wind and rain after dusk.

I can't forget the new sorrow and the old sorrow.

I couldn't swallow the jade medicine and the gold grains choked on my throat.

I can't see Dong Hua in the glasses to describe thinness.

Can't open his brow.

Unknown leaks.

Alas! It's just like that.

The green hills that can't be covered are faint.

The green water flows continuously.

The endless flow of green water is long.

In the Red Mansion, Baoyu made it for Feng'er's birthday.

Red bean words.

The Road Not Selected

There were two paths in the yellow woods, but unfortunately I could not tread them at the same time, and I stood at the intersection for a long time, and I looked at one path until it disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

But I chose another path, which was barren and very lonely, which seemed more attractive and more beautiful to rent;

Although on this trail, there are few travelers' footprints.

The leaves were all over the ground that morning, and neither road was unpolluted by footprints.

Ah, leave a path and see you another day!

But I know that the path is endless, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to return.

Maybe somewhere in many years, I will look back with a soft sigh:

There are two paths in a wood

And I chose the one with fewer people, and from then on decided the path of my life.

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The Unchosen Road is a literary work by the American poet Robert Frost. This profound philosophical poem shows the mood of people who are at a crossroads in real life. In the poem, the poet chooses a sparsely populated and thorny path, just as the poet chooses a life of writing poetry that does not bring abundant material things in his real life.

The poet makes a choice, and at the same time regrets"You can't have it both ways", can only choose one path, and go on firmly, only sighing regret in the memories many years later.

The Road Not Chosen was inspired by author Robert Frost's good-natured joke about one of the things his best friend in England, Edward Thomas, often does. Frost often walks in the countryside with Thomas: Thomas is constantly trying to choose a path that will allow him to show his American friends some kind of exotic plant or strange scenery.

However, every time he walked around, Thomas regretted the choice he had made, and if they had chosen"Better"He sighed at the things he could have shown Frost to talk about. Many times, when all this happened, the New Englander would laugh at his Welsh-English friend for the useless remorse.

Golden Autumn

The fragrance of red fruits fills the garden, the high rice piles on the farmer's drying field are piled up, the net is full of nets, and the fishermen's faces are laughed, and the winter clothes warm the hearts of the soldiers.

Outside the sun, I picked up the thin stone chips and threw them at the surface of the reeds, which was deep and shallow.

Watch a line of geese carrying the golden autumn.

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Wang Xindi is a modern poet and writer. Formerly known as Wang Xindi, pen names Xindi, Yimin, Niu Hezhi, Xin Di. His ancestral home is Huai'an, Jiangsu, and he was born in Tianjin on December 2, 1912.

In his early years, he worked as a literary artist in the weekly magazine of Tsinghua University, and taught at Beiping Art and Literature Middle School and Jiansan Beiman Girls' Middle School. After returning to China to study English and Chinese at the University of Edinburgh, he worked as a professor at Guanghua University and Jinan University in Shanghai. Since he was a student, he began to publish poems and translations in newspapers and periodicals such as Ta Kung Pao, Guowen Weekly, Literary Quarterly, Beijing Morning Post, Mercury, and New Poetry in Shanghai.

In 1935, his first new collection of poems, Zhu Bei Ji, was published in Beijing. After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War in 1945, he was elected as an alternate director and secretary of the All-China Literary and Art Association, and was one of the leaders of the Shanghai branch of the Poetry Workers Association. During this period, the poetry and creative works were scattered in newspapers and periodicals such as "Democracy", "Renaissance", "Ta Kung Pao", "Wen Wei Po", "Qiaosheng Daily", "World Morning Post", "Poetry Creation", and "Chinese New Poetry".

In 1947, a new collection of poems "Palm Collection" was published. e5a48de588b6e799bee5baa631333363396335 In the following year, the collection of prose reviews "Night Reading Secretaries" was published. In July 1949, he participated in the first National Congress of the Chinese Literary Dynasty, and was a member of the Chinese Writers Association and a director of the Shanghai branch of the Writers Association.

After the liberation, he successively served as the chief of the secretary section of the Shanghai Industrial Bureau, the deputy director of the office of the East China Office of the Ministry of Light Industry, the deputy manager of the Shanghai Tobacco Industry Company, the deputy manager of the Shanghai Food Industry Company, and also a member of the Shanghai Municipal Committee of the Democratic League, and a member of the Foreign Literature Society. In October 1978, he was seconded by Shanghai Food Industry Company to Shanghai CPPCC as a special editor. Later, at the request of the Shanghai Translation Publishing House and the Translation Committee of the Shanghai CPPCC, he translated the British writer Charles Dickens's "Nicolas Nicolas".