Excerpts from beautiful and classic English poems
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*** 1***
Twinkle, twinkle, little star!
Shine, shine, little star!
How I want to know what you are,
I want to know your figure,
High above,
Hanging high in the air,
Like diamonds in the sky.
Like diamonds in the sky.
***2***
When the blazing sun disappears,
The brilliant sun has set in the west,
When he had nothing,
It no longer shines on everything,
Then you show your little light,
You showed some light,
Blinking, blinking all night.
Blink all night.
***3***
The deep blue sky you keep.
Nostalgia for the dark sky
Often peeping through my curtains,
Look at me through the curtains,
Because you never close your eyes.
Never close your eyes.
Until the sun appeared in the sky.
Until the sun appears again.
***4***
This is your bright and tiny spark.
Your dim spark,
Illuminate travelers in the dark;
The night shines on tourists,
Although I don't know what you are
I don't know your number,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star!
Shine, shine, little star!
-Author Jane Taylor, tel: 1783- 1824.
Appreciation of beautiful and classic English poems
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.
New voices in American poetry
Inner music
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. String 3
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 beautiful and classic English poems
When I was twenty-one years old
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When I was twenty-one years old
I heard a wise man say,
To crowns, pounds and guineas.
But not your heart;
Give pearls and rubies,
But keep your imagination free.
But I'm 2 1 year old,
It's no use talking to me.
When I was twenty-one years old
I heard him say again,
Heart in the chest
It has never been given for nothing;
This pays a lot of sighs,
And sell it with endless regret.
I'm 22 years old,
Oh, it's a fact, it's a fact. !
When I was twenty-one years old
Houseman
When I was 2 1 year old,
Hear a wise man say:
Silver coins, pounds and gold coins can be thrown.
Your heart can't be given to others;
Pearls and rubies can be abandoned,
But don't open your heart and stay at ease.
But I'm only 2 1 year old,
It's no use telling me these words.
When I was 2 1 year old,
Heard him say again:
The heart in the chest,
You can never give it to others for nothing;
In exchange, it will be a sigh, a sigh.
You will get endless regrets if you sell it.
Now I'm 22 years old,
Alas! That's right! exactly
(early) morning
I like to wake up to welcome a new day.
Brush my dreams
Stay away from the night
Look out
My window is very wide.
Look at the weather outside.
Want to know something exciting?
This brilliant, unused day
Will bring
early morning
I like to wake up every morning to meet,
Shake off the dream dust of a night easily,
Looking out of the window,
Whether the vast world is clear and cloudless,
Imagine how exciting this is.
This glorious new day will be presented.