經典的英語小詩帶翻譯

　　英語詩歌是一個包含豐富社會生活內容、語言藝術和文化內涵的世界,是基礎英語教學的一塊很有潛力的教學資源。小編整理了，歡迎閱讀!

　　篇一

　　吳文英 《唐多令》

　　何處合成愁?

　　離人心上秋。

　　縱芭蕉不雨也颼颼。

　　都道晚涼天氣好;

　　有明月，

　　怕登樓。

　　年事夢中休。

　　花空煙水流。

　　燕辭歸、

　　客尚淹留。

　　垂柳不縈裙帶住，

　　漫長是、

　　系行舟。

　　Song of More Sugar

　　Wu Wenying

　　Where comes sorrow? Autumn on the heart

　　Of those who part.

　　See the banana trees

　　Sigh without rain or breeze!

　　All say that cool and nice is night,

　　But I won’t climb the height

　　For fear of the moon bright.

　　My years have passed in dreams

　　Like flowers on the streams.

　　The swallow gone away,

　　In alien land I still stay.

　　O willow twigs, long as you are,

　　Why don’t you gird her waist and bar

　　Her way from going afar?

　　篇二

　　張炎 《南浦·春水》

　　波暖綠粼粼，

　　燕飛來，

　　好是蘇堤才曉。

　　魚沒浪痕圓，

　　流紅去，

　　翻笑東風難掃。

　　荒橋斷浦，

　　柳陰撐出扁舟小。

　　回首池塘青欲遍，

　　絕似夢中芳草。

　　和雲流出空山，

　　甚年年淨洗，

　　花香不了?

　　新綠乍生時，

　　孤村路，

　　猶憶那回曾到。

　　餘情渺渺，

　　茂林觴詠如今悄。

　　前度劉郎歸去後，

　　溪上碧桃多少?

　　Southern Waterside

　　Spring Water

　　Zhang Yan

　　Waves warm up and turn green,

　　When flying swallows seen,

　　The bank begins to wake.

　　Fish swim and leave round traces in the lake,

　　The fallen flowers flowing away.

　　Why does the eastern breeze not clear its way?

　　Under the bridge where no visit is paid.

　　A little leaflike boat comes out of willows’ shade.

　　I turn my head to find the green pool gleam

　　Just like the fragrant grass in a dream.

　　With clouds the creek flows out of the hill,

　　Though washed from year to year,

　　The flowers are fragrant still.

　　When the roadside has just turned green,

　　I shall remember the lonely village unseen,

　　Where I came with peer on peer.

　　Where are the drinking night and singing day!

　　All, all have passed away.

　　Since the fairies are gone,

　　How many peaches on the tree have grown!

　　篇三

　　張炎 《壺中天》

　　揚舲萬里，

　　笑當年底事，

　　中分南北。

　　須信平生無夢到，

　　卻向而今遊歷。

　　老柳官河，

　　斜陽古道，

　　風定波猶直。

　　野人驚問，

　　泛槎何處狂客?

　　迎面落葉蕭蕭，

　　水流沙共遠，

　　都無行跡。

　　衰草悽迷秋更綠，

　　唯有閒鷗獨立。

　　浪挾天浮，

　　山邀雲去，

　　銀浦橫空碧。

　　扣舷歌斷，

　　海蟾飛上孤白。

　　Sky in a Vase

　　Crossing the Yellow River at Night

　　Zhang Yan

　　I sail a boat for miles and miles

　　And ask with smiles

　　Why should the Yellow River then divide

　　The land into northern and southern sides?

　　I believe all my life long I have not a dream

　　Of the Yellow River, but how I see the stream.

　　The rivershore with willow trees,

　　The ancient pathways in departing sunrays,

　　The waves seem straight when calms the breeze.

　　People ask me in surprise:

　　Why should I said a boat at moonrise?

　　Leaves fall shower by shower in my face,

　　Water with sand flows far away.

　　Without leaving a trace. Withered grass veils Autumn’s green lands.

　　Only a gull at leisure stands.

　　The skies on surging waves float;

　　Mountains invite the clouds to come down from on high.

　　The Silver River bars the blue sky.

　　I sing and beat on the deck of my boat.

　　The lonely moon in flight

　　Has turned the Yellow River bright.