美麗中國(guó)雙語組詩(shī)（九）
云之頌歌
?? 作者 王永利
是誰編織的萬丈絲繡千匹彩錦？
在霞光中鋪滿天空瑰麗萬分，
有時(shí)變成一縷縷飄逸的紅緞，
有時(shí)變成一片片飄浮的金鱗。
宛如仙女舞動(dòng)的霓裳羽衣嫣紅姹紫
宛如嫦娥舒展著廣袖炫飛五彩繽紛。
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是誰種植的一朵朵大塊的棉團(tuán)？
難道是仙女在藍(lán)色天穹耕耘，
她種出的棉花如此潔白碩大，
堆成一座座小山裝滿一座座倉(cāng)廩
白色的棉山展示著富足和殷實(shí)，
棉團(tuán)朵朵透露著豐收的喜訊。
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是誰在無垠的天空放牧著羊群？
一只只潔白的綿羊豐滿溫順，
萬千只綿羊綴滿了湛藍(lán)的天海，
時(shí)而聚在一起掀起雪浪滾滾。
寧?kù)o時(shí)，羊群慢悠悠地飄移，
激動(dòng)時(shí)，羊群會(huì)撒歡追逐飛奔。
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哦，那只是你平和時(shí)的表象，
你有時(shí)也憂愁變成墨黑的烏云，
粉黛如鉛，淚珠紛紛，
甚至攜雷掣電發(fā)泄憤懣。
因?yàn)闆]有一成不變的美，
宇宙間變化才是規(guī)律之本。
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最美的，還是雨過天晴的你，
化作七色彩虹一凌絕塵。
赤橙黃綠青藍(lán)紫競(jìng)相比美，
形成夢(mèng)幻的拱形長(zhǎng)橋通向天門。
來吧，天堂里似乎有夢(mèng)想的一切，
童話的世界，吸引著探索夢(mèng)想的人。
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——天空有你而絢麗如畫，
——大地有你而萬物滋潤(rùn)！
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The Song of Clouds
???? By Wang Yongli
Who is weaving ten thousands silks and brocade so colorful?
All over the blue sky in the glowing rays are so beautiful,
Sometimes they become the red satins in flowing,
Sometimes they become pieces of golden scale in floating.
Just like the fairy waves the colorful plumage of splendours
Just like the moon goddess stretches her skirt in a riot of colours.
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Who is so versatile to plant such large cotton balls in the air?
Could it be the fairy who is cultivating in the blue sky with care?
She could develop the cotton balls so white and so large,
All can be piled into hills and granaries in range,
The white cotton hills show the rich harvest of substance,
The huge cotton balls reveal the bumper yield of consequence.
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Who is in the boundless sky grazing these sheep?
All these white sheep are plump and meek,
The blue sky is studded with countless sheep in number,
Sometimes like snow-white waves when they gather together.
During the quiet time, the groups of sheep are leisurely drifting,
At the excited moment, they happily chase each other in running.
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Oh, all above are just your representations in usual,
Sometimes you become sorrow into dark clouds unusual,
Your face is as dark as the lead and you have to tear downward,
Even with the thunder and lightning to vent anger upward.
Because there is no immutable beauty in the time’s movement,
Keep changes is the law of the universe in fundament.
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Your most beautiful moment is that after raining,
You become a colorful rainbow above the dusting.
The red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple compete in splendour,
Form a dreamlike arched bridge to the Heaven Gate in grandeur.
Come on, heaven seems to have everything one expects to find,
The world of fairy tales attracts those who explore the dreamland.
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----Due to you the sky is as magnificent as a beautiful picture,
----Due to you all things on the earth are moisten in rapture!
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念奴嬌? 謁紫金山中山陵
????????????? 作者 王永利
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紫金山碧，
悲不盡，
往矣風(fēng)流人物。
翠柏青松，
蒼郁郁、流嵐虹霓匯聚。
大江蜿蜒，
飛揚(yáng)素練，
浪卷千重絮。
斯人安睡，
輝昭千古豪杰。
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遙想烽火當(dāng)年，
同盟建黨，
北伐興兵急。
劍指江山，
彈指間
帝制灰飛煙滅。
逝惜英年，
藍(lán)圖應(yīng)未酬，
泣英雄血。
人間更換，
中華欣慰騰躍。
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Visit Dr. Sun Yat-sen 's Tomb In Purple Mountain
? By Wang Yongli
The Purple Mountain is luxuriant,
Sad boundlessly in solemn,
For all the truly great men,
Cypress and pine trees are verdant,
Pale green, and haze flowing, rainbow gathering,
The Yangtze River winds,
Like a flying white chain,
Thousands of foams are rolled by the waves of breaking,
The man fell into sleeping,
Your brilliance made the ancient heroes lighting.
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I am thinking back about the year of war, beacon-fire
You organized the party and the alliance,
You commandeered The Northern Expedition in emergence,
Your sword pointed the rivers and mountains with care,
Between a snap of the fingers---in such a short moment,
The monarchy became ashes and gone away.
What a pity you died in such an early way,
Your blueprint should not be finished in the movement,
So let heroes weep bloodily
But the world has been changed greatly,
You comforted for China begins to develop powerfully.
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七律? 秋日登高
??? 作者 王永利
登高遠(yuǎn)步趁重陽，
眺望群山葉半黃。
列陣閑云迎徙雁，
急風(fēng)怒卷送秋涼。
斑斕沃野新糧刈，
嶺上豐盈果桂香。
踴躍丹心多壯志，
滄桑閱盡展華章。
Climbing a Peak on the Day of autumn
??? By Wang Yongli
We made a trip on the double ninth festival,
Overlooking the mountains and found all leaves half yellow half green,
Meeting the migration of wild geese the clouds array with sunny sheen,
While the acute wind blows for the cold autumn arrival.
In the colorful fields the new harvest grain are collected piece by piece,
On the mountains the fragrance of fruit and sweet osmanthus are delicate,
Many heroes and great men are full of lofty ideal with cogitate,
Experiencing vicissitudes one can write down his life’s masterpiece.
