现在几点了土味情话怎么接
你好，我来为你解答： 古中国的时间单位 一年有十二月,一月有五周,一周有六日,一日有十二时辰,一时辰有四刻,一刻有三盏茶,一盏茶有两柱香,一柱香有五分,一分有六弹指,一弹指有十刹那。
一刹那就是一秒钟。
古时指一柱香的时间也就是一刻钟左右即现在大约十五分钟。
而现在的香有长有短,有粗有细;有易燃的也有不怎麽快燃.不能作为计时参考。
喝一碗茶的时间，从端上来开始，然后慢慢品尝，一饮而尽，其实就是一碗茶凉到可以入口的程度所用的时间。
夏天要15分钟，冬天10分钟都用不了。
现时每昼夜为二十四小时，在古时则为十二个时辰。
当年西方机械钟表传入中国，人们将中西时点，分别称为“大时”和“小时”。
随着钟表的普及，人们将“大时”忘淡，而“小时”沿用至今。
古时的时（大时）不以一二三四来算，而用子丑寅卯作标，又分别用鼠牛虎兔等动物作代，以为易记。
具体划分如下：子（鼠）时是十一到一点，以十二点为正点；丑（牛）时是一点到三点，以两点为正点；寅（虎）时是三点到五点，以四点为正点；卯（兔）时是五点到七点，以六点为正点；辰（龙）时是七点到九点，以八点为正点；巳（蛇）时是九点到十一点，以十点为正点；午（马）时是十一点到一点，以十二点为正点；未（羊）时是一点到三点，以两点为正点；申（猴）时是三点到五点，以四点为正点；酉（鸡）时是五点到七点，以六点为正点；戌（狗）时是七点到九点，以八点为正点；亥（猪）时是九点到十一点，以十点为正点。
古人说时间，白天与黑夜各不相同，白天说“钟”，黑夜说“更”或“鼓”。
又有“晨钟暮鼓”之说，古时城镇多设钟鼓楼，晨起（辰时，今之七点）撞钟报时，所以白天说“几点钟”；暮起（酉时，今之十九点）鼓报时，故夜晚又说是几鼓天。
夜晚说时间又有用“更”的，这是由于巡夜人，边巡行边打击梆子，以点数报时。
全夜分五个更，第三更是子时，所以又有“三更半夜”之说。
时以下的计量单位为“刻”，一个时辰分作八刻，每刻等于现时的十五分钟。
旧小说有“午时三刻开斩”之说，意即，在午时三刻钟（差五分钟到正午）时开刀问斩，此时阳气最盛，阴气即时消散，此罪大恶极之犯，应该“连鬼都不得做”，以示严惩。
刻以下为“字”，关于“字”，广东广西的粤语地区至今仍然使用，如“下午三点十个字”，其意即“十五点五十分”。
据语言学家分析，粤语中所保留的“古汉语”特别多，究其原因，盖因古中原汉人流落岭南，与中原人久离，其语言没有与留在中原的人“与时俱进”。
“字”以下的分法不详，据《隋书 律历志》载，秒为古时间单位，秒以下为“忽”；如何换算，书上没说清楚，只说：“‘秒’如芒这样细；‘忽’如最细的蜘蛛丝”。
古时计时工具有两种，一是“日晷”，二是“漏”。
日晷是以太阳影子移动，对应于晷面上的刻度来计时。
日晷不用说了，大家应该在北京故宫里和观象台上见过。
漏是以滴水为计时，是由四只盛水的铜壶组合，从上而下互相迭放。
上三只底下有小孔，最下一只竖放一个箭形浮标，随滴水而水面升高，壶身上有刻度，以为计时。
原一昼夜分100刻，因不能与十二个时辰整除，又先后改为96，108，120刻，到清代正式定为96刻；就这样，一个时辰等于八刻。
一刻又分成三分，一昼夜共有二十四分，与二十四个节气相对。
注意，这分不是现时的分钟，而是“字”，在两刻之间，用两个奇怪符号来刻，所以叫做“字”。
字以下又用细如麦芒的线条来划分，叫做“秒”；秒字由“禾”与“少”合成，禾指麦禾，少指细小的芒。
秒以下无法划，只能说“细如蜘蛛丝”来说明，叫做“忽”；如“忽然”一词，忽指极短时间，然指变，合用意即，在极短时间内有了转变。
柠檬什么时候结果
如果是用柠檬籽，长出的苗叫做实生苗，想要结果可不容易，大概需要7-8年的时间吧。
你要是想用盆栽种植，劝你最好买苗，或者嫁接。
种好了的盆栽柠檬，年年都会开花结果的。
济慈的诗
夜莺颂 济慈 My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk 我的，困顿和麻木 毒害了感官，犹如饮过毒鸩， 又似鸦片吞服， 一分钟的时间，字句在忘川中沉没 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,-- That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. 并不是在嫉妒你的幸运， 是为着你的幸运而大感快乐， 你，林间轻翅的精灵， 在山毛榉绿影下的情结中， 放开了歌喉，歌唱夏季。
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim 哎口酒
那冷藏 在地下多年的甘醇， 味如花神、绿土、 舞蹈、恋歌和灼热的欢乐
哎，满满一杯南方的温暖， 充满了鲜红的灵感之泉， 杯沿闪动着珍珠的泡沫， 和唇边退去的紫色； 我要一饮以不见尘世， 与你循入森林幽暗的深处 Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. 远远的离开，消失，彻底忘记 林中的你从不知道的， 疲惫、热病和急躁 这里，人们坐下并听着彼此的呻吟； 瘫痪摇动了一会儿，悲伤了，最后的几丝白发， 青春苍白，古怪的消瘦下去，后来死亡； 铅色的眼睛绝望着； 美人守不住明眸， 新的恋情过不完明天。
Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 去吧
去吧
我要飞向你， 不用酒神的车辗和他的随从， 乘着诗歌无形的翅膀， 尽管这混沌的头脑早已跟随你， 夜色温柔，而月后 正登上她的宝座， 周围是她所有的星星仙子， 但这处那处都没有光， 一些天光被微风吹入幽绿， 和青苔的曲径。
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. 我不能看清是哪些花在我的脚旁， 何种软香悬于高枝， 但在温馨的暗处，猜测每一种甜蜜 以其时令的赠与 青草地、灌木丛、野果树 白山楂和田园玫瑰； 叶堆中易谢的紫罗兰； 还有五与中旬的首出， 这啜满了露酒的麝香蔷薇， 夏夜蝇子嗡嗡的出没其中。
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain-- To thy high requiem become a sod. 我倾听黑夜，多少次 我几乎爱上了逸谧的死亡， 在如此多的沉思之韵中呼唤她轻柔的名， 编织成歌，我无声的呼吸； 现在她更加华丽的死去， 在午夜不带悲伤的飞升， 当你正向外倾泻灵魂 这般的迷狂
你仍唱着，而我听不见， 你那高昂的安魂曲对着一搓泥土。
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep? 永生的鸟啊
你不为了死亡出生
饥饿的时代无法把你蹂躏； 这逝去的夜晚里我所听见的 在那远古的日子也曾为帝王和小丑听见； 可能相同的歌在露丝那颗忧愁的心中 找到了一条路径，当她思念故乡， 站在异邦的谷田中落泪； 这声音常常 在遗失的仙城中震动了窗扉 望向泡沫浪花 遗失
这个字如同一声钟响 把我从你处带会我单独自我
别了
幻想无法继续欺骗 当她不再能够， 别了
别了
你哀伤的圣歌 退入了后面的草地，流过溪水， 涌上山坡；而此时，它正深深 埋在下一个山谷的阴影中： 是幻觉，还是梦寐
那歌声去了：我醒了
我睡着
———————————————————— 再附一首代表作： La Belle sans Merci:A Ballad 1 O what can ail thee,kings at arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing. 2 O what can ail thee,kings at arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel's granary is full, And the Harvest's done. 3 I see a lily on thy brow With anguish moist and fever dew, And no thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withered too. 4 I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful,and a fairy's child; Her hair was long,her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. 5 I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too,and Fragrant zone; She looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. 6 I set her on my pacing street, And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend,and sing A fairy's song. 7 She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild,and manna dew, And sure in languages strange she said-- I love thee true. 8 She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept,and sigh'd full score, And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four. 9 And there she lulled me asleep, And there I dream'd--Ah!Woe betide! The latest dream I ever dream'd On the cold hill's side. 10 I saw pale kings,and princes too, Pale warriors,death pale were they all; They cried--'La belle dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall!' 11 I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. 12 And this in why I sojourned here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge has wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing. —————————————————————————— To Autumn by John Keats J. 1 Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun, Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells. 2 Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair sort-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep, Dows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers. And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. 3 Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a waiful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles form a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. 秋颂 1 雾气洋溢、果实圆熟的秋， 你和成熟的太阳成为友伴； 你们密谋用累累的珠球， 缀满茅屋檐下的葡萄藤蔓； 使屋前的老树背负着苹果， 让熟味透进果实的心中， 使葫芦胀大，鼓起了榛子壳， 好塞进甜核；又为了蜜蜂 一次一次开放过迟的花朵， 使它们以为日子将永远暖和， 因为夏季早填满它们的粘巢。
2 谁不经常看见你伴着谷仓
在田野里也可以把你找到， 弥有时随意坐在打麦场上， 让发丝随着簸谷的风轻飘； 有时候，为罂粟花香所沉迷， 你倒卧在收割一半的田垄， 让镰刀歇在下一畦的花旁； 或者．像拾穗人越过小溪， 你昂首背着谷袋，投下倒影， 或者就在榨果架下坐几点钟， 你耐心地瞧着徐徐滴下的酒浆。
3 啊．春日的歌哪里去了
但不要 想这些吧，你也有你的音乐—— 当波状的云把将逝的一天映照， 以胭红抹上残梗散碎的田野， 这时啊，河柳下的一群小飞虫 就同奏哀音，它们忽而飞高， 忽而下落，随着微风的起灭； 篱下的蟋蟀在歌唱，在园中 红胸的知更鸟就群起呼哨； 而群羊在山圈里高声默默咩叫； 丛飞的燕子在天空呢喃不歇。
另外还有诗《蝈蝈与蛐蛐》 1816年发表处女作《哦，孤独》
