Catalogue of poetry time books

Foreword 1: the elegance and hidden pain of an era: I read the time book of poetry.

Foreword 2: God's Understanding of Hermes

Pilgrim's heart and the age of pilgrim's depravity.

Only one person loves your pilgrim's heart and the scars of years on your sad face.

-Ye Zhi, "When You Are Old"

Love is colder than death.

Roses bloom ... and die. ...

This is the whole story. ...

Except I heard a voice:

On the ground

Many tiny steps ...

-agatha christie's Wild Rose

Try to survive.

I am the last passer-by on your way.

The last spring, the last snow

The last battle for survival

Paul Eluard in Phoenix.

No one knows what will happen to those choices that are not selected.

The path diverges in the forest covered with yellow leaves.

Unfortunately, I can only choose one of them-Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken.

Confusing philosophy of life

It is an obvious truth that everything that exists is reasonable. -alexander pope is on People.

From "love at first sight" to "meeting unexpectedly"

As they don't know each other, they make their own decisions.

Your own trajectory never passes through the other station;

Corners, corridors and stairs have long been commonplace.

The millions of moments they passed.

-Simboska's love at first sight

Hot or tired love

Sometimes she wakes up in the middle of the night and listens to his even breathing.

I feel relaxed, but I don't know.

Whether all this is worth it,

Where does this river lead?

Where did those white flowers fly?

-macneice's Fairy.

The seeds of images grow wildly in the boundless universe.

Why should I leave you,

Cut yourself on the edge of the night?

Amy Lowell's taxi

The Love of Plants and the Rational Taste of Poetry

The love of my plants grows slowly,

Beyond the glorious territory of all great empires.

-andrew marvell to his shy girlfriend.

A night penetrated by sunlight

Man stands alone in the center of the earth.

Penetrating by a beam of sunlight:

The blink of an eye is night.

-quasimodo's Blink of an Eye is Night.

My little Portuguese

I love you like the simplest daily need,

It's like unconsciously needing sunshine and candles

-elizabeth barrett browning's Portuguese Sonnets, No.43.

Three kinds of love

The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death,

It's that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.

-[Tagore]

Happiness will not last long.

Remember, once I forgot to remind you that this was a formal dance,

You showed up in jeans?

-an ordinary American woman's nameless poem

The catcher in the rye

If you meet me in the wheat field ...

-robert burns's "Walking through the Wheat Field"

Fate and love

I thought love could last forever, but I was wrong.

You don't need the stars anymore, so take them all off.

Wrap the moon, tear the sun,

Dumping oceans, clearing forests,

Because now everything is meaningless.

-Auden's funeral blues

Because I haven't heard from the Persians.

Persians who love truth don't talk much.

Play a small role in the marathon.

-robert Graves, the Persian story.

Fog in the footprints of cats and kittens

The fog is coming,

Step on the kitten's footsteps.

-Fog in carl sandburg.

Find a drunken boat and sail to the sea.

If I want to see the water in Europe, I just miss it.

That dark and cold puddle, on a fragrant night,

A sad child crouched by the water,

Put a boat as fragile as a butterfly. -Rambo's drunken boat

Where there is sunshine, air and land, there are weeds growing wildly.

Ah, captain! My captain! We completed a thrilling voyage. ...

Walt whitman, ah, captain! My captain! 》

When people no longer believe in "talent is not met"

How many sparkling jewels are there in the world?

Buried in the dark and unfathomable sea floor:

No one knows how many flowers are in full bloom in the world.

Sending fragrance to the desolate air in vain. -thomas gray's "Mourning at the Grave"

A useless poet in an empty age

I'm just a useless poet in an empty age.

-william morris's "Paradise on Earth"

Postscript: In a camping season, I walked past a button of SMS.