English Poetry on the Tree 1 Tree
( 1)
I don't think I'll ever see it again I don't think I've ever seen it.
A lovely poem like a tree. A poem like a jade tree facing the wind.
(2)
A hungry tree has a hungry mouth.
By the sweet breasts of the earth; Press tightly on the sweet and smooth breasts of the earth;
(3)
A tree that looks at God all day, a tree that looks at God all day,
Raise her leafy arm to pray; Raise your leafy arms and pray;
(4)
A tree may wear a tree in summer.
A nest of robins in her hair; She wears a nest of robins in her hair;
(5)
Whose chest does the snow lie on? Snowflakes piled up in her arms;
Who lives with rain? Rain also lives with her kindly.
(6)
Poetry is written by a fool like me, and a fool like me can write poetry.
But only God can build a tree. But only God can build a tree.
Joyce kilmer, 1886- 19 19
English poems about trees 2. The cutest trees.
The cutest tree
A. houseman
Hessman
The cutest tree, cherry, is now hanging on the branches and blooming.
Cherry trees are the most beautiful and their branches are in full bloom.
Standing beside the woodland, wearing white represents the east wind.
Wind instruments are beside the forest road in Li Zhuo, welcoming and reviving plainclothes.
Now, my 70-year-old and 10-year-old will not come again in 20 years.
70 years have passed, and 20 years will not come again.
Take twenty from seventy springs, and I have only fifty left.
70 years of spring and autumn, MINUS 20, only 50.
Because fifty springs is a small space to see things in full bloom,
Fifty years is still a short time to enjoy the beauty of the world.
About the woodland, I'm going to see the cherries covered with snow.
I will go for a walk in the forest, and cherry blossoms will bloom like snow.
English poems about trees 3 trees
Joyce kilmer
tree
Chrysanthemum leaves Kilmer (surname)
I don't think I'll see it again
A lovely poem like a tree.
A tree, its hungry mouth is open
Embrace the sweet breasts of the earth again;
A tree that looks at God all day,
Raise her leafy arm to pry;
A tree that may wither in summer.
A nest of robins in her hair;
Whose chest does the snow lie on?
He lives close to the rain.
Only a fool like me can write poetry,
But only God can build a tree.
I hope I will never see a poem,
Lovely as a tree.
A tree, his thirsty mouth
Suck the dew of the earth.
A tree, he looks at the sky all day.
Hold your arms high and pray silently.
A tree, in his summer hair.
Robins nest and live.
A tree, snow lying on his chest,
He and Yu are good friends.
Poetry is sung by fools of our generation,
Trees can only be given by God.