《中国古诗英语》PPT课件.ppt

,13th Group,Ancient Chinese Poetry,中国古诗词,Chinese civilization has a long history. ancient Chinese poetry is one of the immortal(不朽的) chapters.Experienced the baptism洗礼 and sedimentation沉淀 of five thousand years , Chinese poetry has been the peak of the world.,We can say the people who was not good at poetry was not a real literator , In some cases , just a illiterate（文盲）.,With thousands of years past, emperors buried in the dust of history, only the poets name also shine,China is a poetry of the country and it is well known with its graceful artistic conception (意境)and rich philosophy(哲理).Because of this, it made you intoxicated（迷醉） for too long ，and it left deep footprint in history.,In poetry, the poet often placed their feelings, wishes in the description of objective things, making things seem to have a natural human emotion, creating a situation with scenery and emotions. Feeling of the things changed along with the emotion of people. so in ancient Chinese poetry, everything has a feeling,Read poem, especial the ancient Chinese poem, you can see, the flowers would be laughing, wind seem scissors, pine (松树) like a hero. This description is very knavish, but no one to blame, because it is beautiful, people only have to love,or even crazy,More poetry readings, you will be charmed unconsciously(不知不觉), pick up a pen is no longer a blank mind, as if they are the writer ,even make themselves amazed to what they have wrote incidentally , like the old saying of “reading break 10 000 Paper to write about if God “,Chinese ancient poetry is wonderful, no word to express.,游子吟 孟郊 慈母手中线 游子身上衣 临行密密缝 意恐迟迟归 谁言寸草心 报得三春辉,A TRAVELLERS SONG The thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother Makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy; Carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends Dreading the delays that will keep him late from home. But how much love has the inch-long grass For three spring months of the light of the sun?,古诗英译欣赏：,无题 李商隐 相见时难别亦难 东风无力百花残 春蚕到死丝方尽 蜡炬成灰泪始乾 晓镜但愁云鬓改 夜吟应觉月光寒 蓬莱此去无多路 青鸟殷勤为探看,TO ONE UNNAMED Time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, And the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone, And the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die And every night the candles will weep their wicks away Mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing Yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her e