Translation and annotation of the Song of Tomorrow, original text and translation of the ancient poe

The ancient poems of tomorrow are as follows:Song of Tomorrow. Ming Dynasty, Qian Fu.

Tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much.

I'm going to live tomorrow, and everything will come to pass.

If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will go and autumn will come.

Look at the water flowing eastward, and watch the sun fall in the west at dusk.

How can a hundred years be tomorrow? Please.

Listen to my song of tomorrow.

Tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much.

Every day waits for tomorrow, and everything comes to pass.

Everyone in the world is tired of tomorrow, and tomorrow is infinitely veteran.

The morning and dusk rolling water flows eastward, and the ancient sun falls westward.

How can a hundred years be tomorrow? Please listen to my song of tomorrow.

Translations. Tomorrow and tomorrow, tomorrow and so much. If you only wait for tomorrow every day, then you will only spend time and achieve nothing.

The world is just as hard as I am to be burdened by tomorrow, and I will soon grow old after a year. In the morning, watch the river flow eastward, and in the evening watch the sun set in the west. How many tomorrows can a person have in his life?

Listen to my "Song of Tomorrow."

Tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much.

I'm going to live tomorrow, and everything will come to pass.

The world's suffering is tired tomorrow, spring goes to autumn, and the old man is coming.

Look at the water flowing eastward, and watch the sun fall in the west at dusk.

How can a hundred years be tomorrow? Please listen to my song of tomorrow.

Exegesis. Fu: Again.

How: How. This sentence says, "Tomorrow is so much."

Wait: Wait. Rubbing camels: Time is wasted. The above two sentences say: If every day is empty and waits for tomorrow, then you will only spend time and achieve nothing.

累 (lěi): to bring tired, to make a victim. This verse says: All people in the world are afflicted by "waiting for tomorrow."

Infinity: Infinity.

Yoyo: It's long.

Geometry: How much.

Please: Please.

Translations. 1) Tomorrow and tomorrow, tomorrow is so many. If we spend our lives doing things waiting for tomorrow, everything will miss the opportunity.

Ordinary people are suffering from being burdened by tomorrow, and spring will go to autumn and aging will come. In the morning, watch the river flow eastward, and in the evening watch the sun set westward. How many tomorrows does a person have in his life?

Listen to my "Song of Tomorrow."

2) Tomorrow is tomorrow again, and tomorrow is so much! If you wait for tomorrow every day, you will only waste your time and achieve nothing forever. People in the world suffer from "waiting for tomorrow", tomorrow is not endless, and people will get older.

From morning to night, day by day is like this rolling eastward water, flying away, from ancient times to the present, is with the sunset, slowly passed. How many tomorrows can there be in a hundred years? Listen to my "Song of Tomorrow."

Brief analysis. The poem mentions "tomorrow" seven times, repeatedly admonishing people to cherish time, do today's things today, don't put it off until tomorrow, and don't waste time. The meaning of the poems is simple, the language is clear as words, the reasoning is easy to understand, and it is very educational.

The revelation of this "Song of Tomorrow" is that many things in the world can be fought for and lost and regained, and only time is difficult to recover. Human life is only once, and time never looks back.

Original text of Tomorrow's Song:

Tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much. I'm going to live tomorrow, and everything will come to pass. The world's suffering is tired tomorrow, spring goes to autumn, and the old man is coming.

Look at the water flowing eastward, and watch the sun fall in the west. How can a hundred years be tomorrow? Please listen to my song of tomorrow.

Tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much. Every day waits for tomorrow, and everything comes to pass. Everyone in the world is tired of tomorrow, and tomorrow is infinitely veteran.

The morning and dusk rolling water flows eastward, and the ancient sun falls westward. How can a hundred years be tomorrow? Please listen to my song of tomorrow.

Translation: Tomorrow and tomorrow, tomorrow is so much. I've spent my whole life waiting for tomorrow and nothing is progressing.

The world is as hard as I am, and I will be tired of tomorrow, and I will soon grow old after a year. Watching the river flow eastward in the morning and the sun setting westward in the evening is the real life. How many tomorrows can there be in a hundred years?

Listen to my "Song of Tomorrow." Tomorrow and tomorrow, tomorrow and so much. I'm waiting for tomorrow every day, and nothing has progressed in the jujube section.

The world is as hard as I am, and tomorrow is tired, and the endless tomorrow will soon grow old. Watching the river flow eastward in the morning and the sun setting westward in the evening is the real life. How many tomorrows can there be in a hundred years?

Listen to my "Song of Tomorrow."

About author:Qian Fu (1461-1504), a writer of the Ming Dynasty, was born in Huating, Songjiang (now Songjiang, Shanghai). A protégé of Li Dongyang, the leader of the Chaling faction.

The champion and the first in the Hongzhi period. He once worked in the Hanlin Academy, but because he did not get rid of the "Wuzhong Xi Shang", he was finally rejected by the pavilion. There is "Hetan Collection".

Qian Fu.

Tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much. Every day waits for tomorrow, and everything comes to pass. Everyone in the world is tired of tomorrow, and tomorrow is infinitely veteran.

The morning and dusk are rolling and the water flows eastward, and the present and ancient times are long and the sun is falling in the west. How can a hundred years be tomorrow? Please listen to my song of tomorrow.

Ming Dynasty Wenjia "Song of Tomorrow" Song of Tomorrow Tomorrow and tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows.

Every day waits for tomorrow, and everything comes to pass.

Everyone in the world is tired of tomorrow, and tomorrow is infinitely veteran.

The morning and dusk are rolling and the water flows eastward, and the present and ancient times are long and the sun is falling in the west.

How can a hundred years be tomorrow? Please listen to my song of tomorrow. Wen Jia (1501 1583), the name Xiucheng, the name Wenshui, Minghu Guangheng Mountain, was born in Changzhou (now Suzhou, Jiangsu).

Wen Zhengming Zhongzi. Representative painters of the Wu School. At first, he was taught by Wucheng, and later he was Xuezheng of Hezhou.

Can poetry, work books, small Kai Qingjin, but also good deeds. Proficient in identifying ancient calligraphy and painting, stone carving, for the crown of the Ming generation. Painting is a combination of Zhengming, good at painting landscapes, the brushwork is crisp, quite close to Ni Zhan, the coloring landscape has a secluded nature, imitating Wang Meng's dyeing, but also quite beautiful, doubles as a flower.

Wen Jiapian turned over the black hat and came out of the forest, and the wind swept the face and was half-awake. It is difficult to find the dream of Yuguan in the fire, and the clothes and dust are empty and ashamed of the spirit of the grass hall. The sky is clear and the mountain is snowy, and the river is close to the post pavilion. The sideburns are not as good as the willows on the embankment, and a few branches are green in spring. - Song Dynasty Lu You "Out of the City" out of the city.

Flipping over the black hat out of the forest, sweeping the face of the wind and half-sober.

It is difficult to find the dream of the eggplant spine in the jade pass, and the clothes are empty and the grass hall is ashamed.

The sky is clear and the mountain is snowy, and the river is close to the post pavilion.

The sideburns are not as good as the willows on the embankment, and a few branches are green in spring. In August, the wind blows the japonica rice, and in September, the buckwheat is ripe and frosty. Men and women often seep into the field, and the wheat is covered with green.

The harvest year is more than the house to welcome guests, and the bottom of the flower has a wine glass. The family is not in Dongqian but in Nanmo. - Song Dynasty Lu You "Walking to the East Village in Early Winter" Walking to the East Village in Early Winter.

In August, the wind blows the japonica rice, and in September, the buckwheat is ripe and frosty.

Men and women are often full of food, and the wheat is covered with green.

The harvest year is more than the house to welcome guests, and the bottom of the flower has a wine glass.

The family is not in Dongqian but in Nanmo. Mosquitoes and flies sweep the leaves and fly at the beginning, and the rest is happy to read my books in the window. The corners of the wall are short and durable, and the fans in the hands are sparse.

A hundred years of dreams are gone, and there is no clothes in September. Hate the old man alone The message is broken, who is in Hanjiang and Qian Pisces? - Song Dynasty Lu You's "First Cold" The First Cold.

Mosquitoes and flies sweep the leaves and fly at the beginning, and the rest is happy to read my books in the window.

The corners of the wall are short and durable, and the fans in the hands are sparse.

A hundred years of dreams are gone, and there is no clothes in September.

Hate the old man alone The message is broken, who is in Hanjiang and Qian Pisces?