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Fourteen lines
Qingxin spring, the messenger of love, the powerful king,
During the Spring Festival, you are the pioneer of God's love.
Whose tent displays a wealth of armor?
Your coat is gorgeous and conspicuous.
All kinds of flowers, which spring has come?
There are countless flowers in the world,
Wearing gorgeous clothes.
Her elegant dress is dazzling.
Go find my love, she lies there carefree,
Go to my lover, she doesn't care,
However, in her winter, bowre:
She is still sleeping in her boudoir in winter;
Tell her that the happy time will not stop.
Tell her: Happy time won't last forever,
Unless she grabs his forehead,
Unless she can hold it firmly in her hand;
So she told herself to get ready as soon as possible,
Tell her to finish all the preparations as soon as possible,
Waiting for love among his lovely crew.
All right, go to those beautiful women and welcome the goddess of love:
Everyone who missed what she did,
If someone can't touch the soul of their lover,
He will bear the dew of repentance.
If you love God, you must give him the severe punishment he deserves.
Enjoy the sweet love while it is still young.
Seize this sweet love, while you are still young,
Because no one can call back the past time.
Youth is gone forever, like the sea flowing eastward.
2. william blake
tiger
Tiger! Tiger! Burn the tiger! Tiger! The flames are shining,
Burning in the forest at night, burning in the jungle at night
What fairy hands or fairy eyes? What fairy hands and fairy eyes?
Can shape your terrible symmetry. Because of your terrible symmetrical appearance?
What is the fire in your eyes?
Burn the flame in your eyes? How far is it from the depth or the height?
Why does he dare to yearn for it? What made him dare to fly for nine days?
What kind of hand dares to catch fire? What kind of hand dares to catch this flame?
What shoulders, what art, what arm strength, what skills.
Will distort the muscles of your heart? Screw it into the tendon of your heart?
When your heart starts to beat, what kind of hands, what kind of feet,
What hand of terror? What terrible feet? Make your heart start beating?
What hammer? What chain? What kind of hammer do you use? What kind of chain?
What furnace is your brain in? In what kind of furnace did you refine your brain?
What anvil? What kind of anvil does fear cling to? What kind of arm strength?
Dare to catch its deadly terror? Dare to catch this terrible thing that can be fatal?
When the stars put down their spears, when the stars put down their spears,
Water the sky with their tears, water the sky,
Did he read his work with a smile? Can he still laugh when he sees his work?
Did the God who made the lamb make you? Did he create you and the lamb?
Tiger! Tiger! Burn the tiger! Tiger! The flames are shining,
Burning in the forest at night, burning in the jungle at night,
What fairy hands or fairy eyes, what fairy hands and fairy eyes?
Dare to frame your terrible symmetry? Because of your terrible symmetrical appearance?
3. william wordsworth
I am as lonely as a cloud.
I am as lonely as a cloud.
Floating on high valleys and hills,
Suddenly, I saw a group of people,
A group of golden daffodils;
By the lake, under the tree,
Dancing in the breeze
Continuous as a shining star
Shining in the milky way,
They lined up in an endless line.
Along the edge of the bay:
I saw 10 thousand at a glance,
Shake their heads in a cheerful dance.
The waves beside them danced; But they
Cheerfully better than sparkling waves:
Poets can't help being happy,
In such a happy company:
I stared-stared-but seldom thought of it.
How much wealth has this program brought me:
Often, when I lie on the sofa.
In a daze or brooding mood,
They flash in the inner eyes.
This is lonely happiness;
Then my heart was filled with happiness,
Dancing with daffodils.
I wander alone, like a cloud.
I wander alone, like a cloud.
Floating on hills and valleys,
Suddenly I saw a group of people.
Golden daffodils bloom in spring,
In the shade, by the lake,
Dance in the breeze.
Continuous, like bright stars,
Shining in the milky way,
They walked along the edge of the lake bay
Extend into an endless line;
I saw 10 thousand flowers at a glance,
The ups and downs in dance.
The sparkling waves are dancing,
The joy of daffodils is better than water waves;
With such a happy partner,
How can a poet be dissatisfied with his happiness!
I stared at it for a long time, but I just couldn't imagine it.
How much wealth has this miracle given me?
Every time I lie awake in bed,
Either my mind is empty, or I meditate silently,
They often flash in my mind,
That is the happiness in loneliness;
So my heart is full of happiness,
Dancing with daffodils.
There are many more, you can find them yourself.