Tisch
What is true love?
Love is mom's kiss and dad's pat.
Love is a lover's sweet rose and a child's gentle caress.
Love is the tree of friendship.
Love is mutual understanding and support.
Love is forgiveness and sacrifice.
Love is the sun that never sets in the sky.
Love is the source of inspiration.
Love is a panacea for mental trauma.
Love is a candle in the dark and a fireplace against the cold.
Love is the key to open the door of closed mind.
Love is an oasis in the boundless desert, giving tired travelers strength and hope.
Love is a harbor in the turbulent sea, which can make tired sailors safe and sound.
Love is a warm wind that can soothe pain and anxiety from the storm of life.
Love is insisting on teaching when the teacher is ill.
Love is handing the teacher a cup of tea between classes.
Love is sending postcards to parents on their birthdays.
Love is a subtle and precious feeling between human beings.
Love is everything!
Love is mom's kiss and dad's pat.
Love is the fragrant rose of lovers and the careful care of children.
Love is the tree of friendship.
Love is mutual understanding and support between people.
Love is tolerance and sacrifice for others.
Love is the sun that never sets in the sky.
Love is the source of wisdom.
Love is a panacea for mental trauma.
Love is a candle in the dark and a stove in the cold winter.
Love is the key to the closed mind.
Love is an oasis in the boundless desert, which can give strength and hope to those tired travelers.
Love is a calm harbor in the angry sea, which can make those sleepy sailors safe and quiet.
Love is a warm breeze, which can relieve anxiety and pain in a chaotic life.
Love is a teacher's perseverance in giving lessons to his students when he is ill.
Love is a cup of tea that students give to their teachers during recess.
Love is a greeting card sent to parents on their birthdays.
Love is a subtle and precious feeling of human beings.
Love is everything to human beings.
extreme
Sleep closed my soul.
Deep sleep sealed my soul.
William Wordsworth
A deep sleep sealed my soul;
I don't have human fears:
She seems to be a thing without feeling.
The touch of earthly years.
She has no exercise and no strength now;
She can neither hear nor see;
Rolling in the daily journey of the earth.
There are rocks, stones and trees.
Sleep closed my soul.
William Wordsworth
Sleep closed my soul,
Fear of the world is forgotten,
She has returned to nature,
The feeling of time is gone.
Still, silence,
Turn a blind eye, turn a deaf ear,
She is accompanied by mountains, mixed with wood and stones,
Follow the wheel of the earth day and night.
Tisso
Jenny gave me a kiss.
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jump down from the chair where she is sitting;
Time, you thief, who can love it
Put sugar in your list, put it in!
Call me tired, call me sad,
Said that health and wealth missed me,
Say I'm getting old, but by the way,
Jenny kissed me.
Jenny gave me a kiss.
Jenny's talent is unparalleled,
Jenny's beauty is unparalleled;
How many literati are openly sought after,
How many beautiful women are secretly jealous.
Just when we met,
Jenny gave me a kiss;
I still remember her elegant sitting posture in the chair.
I still remember the beautiful picture of her running towards me.
When you're a thief,
An elf who secretly investigates unannounced visits;
Stealing human affairs,
Of course, I also recorded the warmth of my moment.
Said I looked tired,
I think;
Call me depressed,
I think;
Said I had no wealth,
I think;
Said I was no longer healthy,
I think;
Said I was old,
I think.
However, add:
Jenny gave me a kiss.
Article 4
White bird
-Ye Zhi
Dear, I wish we were Bai Niao on the sea foam!
We are tired of the meteor flame, before it disappears;
The flame of the blue star at dusk hangs low on the edge of the sky.
Awaken the sadness in our hearts, my dear, it will not disappear.
Dear, I hope we are a white bird on the waves!
The meteor is not dead yet, and we are tired of its shining;
The sky is low, and the light of the blue star flashes in the morning light.
Awaken you and me, an immortal sadness.
A kind of boredom comes from dreamers who are stained with dew, lilies and roses;
Ah, don't dream of them, my love, the flame of a meteor,
Or the flame of the blue star hangs low in the dew autumn:
Because I want us to become Bai Niao on the drifting bubble: me and you!
A little drowsiness escapes from lily and rose dreams wet with dew;
Oh, dear, don't dream of the meteor shining.
Don't dream that the light of the blue star lingers in the dew;
I hope we can be Bai Niao on the waves: me and you!
I'm troubled by countless islands and many Dana shores,
Time will definitely forget us, and sorrow will no longer come near us;
Soon we will be away from roses and lilies, away from the troubles of flames,
Dear, I wish we were white birds, floating on the waves!
I am troubled by countless islands and Dannan Lake.
Where time will forget us and sorrow will no longer come;
Will soon be far away from the erosion of rose and lily starlight.
As long as we are Bai Niao, my dear, wandering in the waves!