《浣溪沙》 苏轼

In the brook below the slope orchids bud too short to flower.Xiao! A gentle drizzle of spring shower,A cuckoo sounds the sundown hour.
Who says old age can not feel young?The Temple stream flows westwards, uphill inland swung,The old cock with whitened crown, crows at dawn atop his bower.

枫桥夜泊

唐代-张继

月落乌啼霜满天，江枫渔火对愁眠。
姑苏城外寒山寺，夜半钟声到客船。

枫桥夜泊英译 Mooring by Maple Bridge At Night （唐）张继 许渊冲译 月落乌啼霜满天， At moonset cry the crows, streaking the frosty sky; 江枫渔火对愁眠。 Dimly lit fishing boats'neath maples sadly lie. 姑苏城外寒山寺， Beyond the city wall, form Temple of Cold Hill. 夜半钟声到客船。 Bells break the ship-borne roamer's dream and midnight still.

Théoden:
We shall have peace.
We shall have peace when you answer for the burning of the Westfold and the children that lie dead there!
We shall have peace when the lives of the soldiers whose bodies were hewn even as they lay dead against the gates of the Hornburg, are avenged!
When you hang from a gibbet for the sport of your own crows, we shall have peace.
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