An English poem about autumn
That tenderness is autumn.
Angela ren
Tr。 Zhao yanchun
Frost puts a wedding dress on the maple,
Extra red,
Like the bride's fair complexion
The most is the gentleness of that autumn.
Ren Yuling
Frost put a wedding dress on the maple leaf.
That kind of red, like
The bride's charming face ...
Chapter two is about English poetry in autumn.
If you come in autumn
If you come in autumn
If you come in autumn,
I will miss the summer
Half smiling, half contemptuous,
Like a housewife, a fly.
If I can see you in a year,
I'll wrap the month into a ball-
Put them in separate drawers,
For fear of digital convergence—
If it's only a few centuries, delay,
I'll count it by hand,
Subtract until my finger falls.
Enter Vandiman's land.
If so, when this life ends—
Yours and mine should be
I'll throw it over there, like a peel,
With eternity—
However, the length of uncertainty now.
In between,
It stimulates me, like a leprechaun—
That doesn't mean-it's a sting.
If you come in autumn,
I will brush away summer.
Half smile, half refuse,
Like housewives catching flies.
If I can count on you in a year,
I'll wind the month into a ball of yarn—
Separate them, put them in the drawer,
In case these numbers merge without separating—
If it only lasts a few centuries,
I am willing to fiddle with my fingers and count the days.
It decreases day by day until all the fingers fall into it.
Landing in Tasmania.
If there is no doubt, today's life is over-
It belongs to you and me,
I want to throw it away like a shell,
Go to the afterlife to win you-
At present, the date is still far away.
Waiting indefinitely, far apart,
Like a demon bee, it hurts me—
I don't know-it's like a thorn.
Chapter three is about English poetry in autumn.
If you come in autumn
If you come in autumn
If you come in autumn,
I will miss the summer
Half smiling, half contemptuous,
Like a housewife, a fly.
If I can see you in a year,
I'll wrap the month into a ball-
Put them in separate drawers,
For fear of digital convergence—
If it's only a few centuries, delay,
I'll count it by hand,
Subtract until my finger falls.
Enter Vandiman's land.
If so, when this life ends—
Yours and mine should be
I'll throw it over there, like a peel,
With eternity—
However, the length of uncertainty now.
In between,
It stimulates me, like a leprechaun—
That doesn't mean-it's a sting.
If you come in autumn,
I will brush away summer.
Half smile, half refuse,
Like housewives catching flies.
If I can count on you in a year,
I'll wind the month into a ball of yarn—
Separate them, put them in the drawer,
In case these numbers merge without separating—
If it only lasts a few centuries,
I am willing to fiddle with my fingers and count the days.
It decreases day by day until all the fingers fall into it.
Landing in Tasmania.
If there is no doubt, today's life is over-
It belongs to you and me,
I want to throw it away like a shell,
Go to the afterlife to win you-
At present, the date is still far away.
Waiting indefinitely, far apart,
Like a demon bee, it hurts me—
I don't know-it's like a thorn.