1, for Wordsworth
Poet who praises nature, you once shed tears,
Seeing the past is gone forever;
The glory of childhood, youth, friendship and first love,
They all disappear like a beautiful dream, which makes you sad.
I also appreciate these. But there is a loss,
Although you understand, only I feel sorry:
You are like a lone star, shining with light.
A boat, in the waves of winter night;
You were Chu Shi's refuge,
Standing in the sea of blind disputes;
In glorious hardships, you sing,
Dedicate your song to the god of truth, only-
Now that you have abandoned these, I feel sorry for you.
Before and after the comparison, I am completely different.
2. "Poetry"
Let's go The wilderness under the moon is so dark,
Wonton lost the last glow of dusk;
Let's go The night wind will soon gather night fog,
The silver light of heaven will be covered at midnight.
Don't stop! Time has passed! Everything is shouting:
Let's go Don't let lovers suffer with parting tears;
Her cold and dull eyes dare not beg you for love,
Duty and laziness require you to return to loneliness.
Go ahead, go ahead! Go to your lonely hometown,
Tears of pain shed by your desolate fireside,
You can see shadows wandering like ghosts,
Weave melancholy and joy in your heart.
Falling leaves will fly over your head,
Spring flowers and dewdrops will twinkle at your feet:
Either your heart or the world must be cold and silent,
Then, at midnight and morning, you and tranquility will meet.
Midnight gloom should also rest:
Or the wind is tired, or a bright moon in the sky,
The endless ocean will always stop for a moment;
Whoever exercises, who works hard, who is sad, will rest.
You will rest in the grave-but at this moment,
When hallucinations still fascinate you with that house, garden and wilderness,
Hey, how can we get rid of memories, regrets and deep thoughts?
The brilliance of charming smile, the music of two people talking?
3. "Want-"
Music, when the lingering sound disappears,
Still trembling in memory—
The fragrance of flowers, when the fragrant violets fade,
Still treasured in my heart.
Rose, when her flowers are in full bloom,
Make a bed for her love;
I miss you, too. When you were away,
Love sleeps with her thoughts on her pillow.
Step 4 "To Mary"
Oh, dear Mary, it's so nice of you to come.
You, and your bright, happy brown eyes,
Your sweet words are like birds,
To a lonely and melancholy partner in the shade of ivy.
When you pour out your love,
It's the sweetest place in the world.