English Poetry Recitation and Translation Part I
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I always cherish it? Be forgiven
By many soft-hearted people,
? This is for a person in heaven
He has already left.
Because I have my father? the name of
I'm not despised,
My little legacy of fame
I didn't realize it.
However, if you should praise myself.
I tell you, I'd rather
You will give me your love, poor elf,
Your praise for my great father.
Poetry without emotion
How many people have moved to me,
Then forget me completely;
They love me for one reason,
That's my father's soul in heaven.
Just because I inherited my father's surname,
I am deeply respected by people;
But it never occurred to me,
This small legacy will bring fame.
But if you want to praise me,
It is better to praise my dad;
I'm telling you, poor elf,
I just need your love.
English poetry recitation with translation II
In the garden
Lost in the garden
A beautiful maid
As beautiful as flowers in the morning;
The first hour of her life
She became a man? His wife,
Was buried before she was born.
In that garden
In that garden,
There is a fallen girl;
As beautiful as the morning flowers,
Taste the forbidden fruit for the first time;
Once she gets married,
It was buried before birth.
Reading and Translation of English Poetry Part III
when you are old
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, take down this book,
Reading slowly, dreaming of the gentle eyes.
Your eyes were once, and their shadows were deep;
How many people love your happy and elegant moments,
Loving your beauty with true or false love,
But there is one person who loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the sadness on your aging face;
Bend down by the glowing fireplace,
Whispering a little sadly, how love dies.
Pacing on the mountains overhead
Hide his face among the stars.
Until you are old.
When you get old,
Gray hair, tired and sleepy;
Sitting on the stove with a poem in his hand,
Take a nap and read slowly;
Often disappear,
Always falling into dreams;
The previous eyes were gloomy or gentle.
Flash in my mind from time to time.
Whether it's true or not,
Still sincere;
How many people envy your pleasing appearance,
How many people love your beautiful appearance?
But there is only one person in this world,
True love for you will never change:
Whether it's your sacred soul,
Or your sad face.
Bend down in front of the burning stove,
Sorrow is faint, whispering;
The love of youth is gone,
In an instant!
It crosses the mountains,
It flies to the blue sky;
It's hidden in a nebula,
It permeates the night sky.
Reading and Translation of English Poetry Part IV
There is no second Troy.
Why should I blame her? She fills my days.
Pain, or she will recently.
Teach the most violent way to the ignorant,
Or throw small streets into big streets,
Do they have courage equal to desire?
What calmed her down?
Noble becomes as simple as fire,
Beauty is like a taut bow, a kind of
This is not normal in this era,
Tall, lonely, and the toughest?
Why? What can she do? What is she?
Is there another Troy for her to burn?
Why should I blame her?
Because she makes my life full of pain.
Recently, she tried to defeat the strong with the weak.
Encourage the ignorant brave to embark on a bloody battle.
How dare they compete with you?
Can they live and die?
How can a peaceful heart light a fire?
Why do noble feelings become simple and blind?
Beauty becomes full of bows and arrows,
This is really the fallacy of the times.
Why are you so arrogant?
Why are you so cold and lonely?
As a beautiful girl,
How to end this struggle?
History will not repeat itself,
Troy can no longer be overthrown.