Appreciation of English Short Poems Part I
Inner music
Inner music
Life ... what is this?
See it in the colors of autumn,
Mild snowfall in winter,
A shower in spring,
Summer sunshine.
See it in the laughter of young people and old people.
Learn about it hopefully,
Rich blessings.
What is life?
It is happiness, consciousness,
And inner music
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Inner music
Deep down, deep in musical thinking, deep in musical thinking.
What is life like?
It is immersed in colorful autumn colors,
Floating in the soft and silent winter snow,
In the spring rain,
On a gorgeous summer day.
It is contained in the old man's hearty laughter.
It is also hidden in the innocent play of children.
It is surging in people's hopes,
It ripples in beautiful blessings,
What is life like?
This is happiness, this is understanding,
It's the music in my heart.
Appreciation of English Short Poems Part II
Forward is a pit
Puppet goes straight.
Sell to fate
Not struggling at all.
They are willing to
Become a slave
Confused in the grave
It's really terrible
so I ...
rise in revolt
open the window
Break through all constraints
Are they all going to faint?
Now I
out of control
Dance with my soul
Even exiled.
There is an endless abyss ahead.
Puppet is still moving forward.
Sell to fate
No resistance
They volunteered.
Become a slave
Still lost in the ancient tomb
This is killing me.
so I ... ...
Get up and shout
Break the window
Break all the shackles
They look silly, don't they
Now I
Break free from bondage
Dance with the soul
Even in exile
It will never end.
Appreciation of English Short Poems Part III
My dream is in a dream. I sleep at night.
There are two pillows beside me.
Enter the new world
I always fly.
The sea floor, the sky
Speed up, soar, gain height
Fly faster over mountains and mountains.
I am flying in the great outdoors.
Faster than any before.
No problem, illness or something.
What this world may bring
leave
From all the depression
Enter the world of dreams.
My dream, a dream that I sleep at night.
Two pillows are on my sides.
Enter a new world
I always fly.
There are more things under the sea than the sky.
Overspeed, fly high, gain altitude
Go straight up the hill and fly faster.
Blend into nature
I flew high.
Faster than ever.
No problem, don't feel sick to anyone.
This world may bring at any time.
stay far away
From all the consternation
The dream of being integrated into the world.
Appreciation of English Short Poems Part IV
The same leaves over and over again!
They fall from the shade above.
Make a faded brown texture
Stick to the ground like leather gloves.
The same leaves, over and over again!
Falling from a height that casts a shadow,
Pile up into a brown texture,
It's like putting leather gloves on the earth
Before the leaves grow back
Fill the trees with another shadow,
They must let go of what is happening.
They must degenerate into darkness.
The leaves climbed up the tall branches again.
Before adding another shade to this big tree,
They must fall and pass by everything that rises.
They must fall into darkness and decay.
They must be pierced by flowers and put
At the foot of dancing flowers.
However, this is in another world
I know this is our way.
They must be penetrated by flowers,
Lying at the foot of flowers blooming in the wind.
In another life,
I know, this is our journey, too.