(Mother Nature)
Nature, gentle mother, nature, the gentlest mother,
Not impatient as a child, impatient as a child,
The wisest or wayward, even the weakest and wayward,
Her warning was mild.
In the forest, the mountain is in the forest, on the mountain.
Being heard by travelers, travelers can also hear it.
To suppress rampant squirrels is to suppress rampant squirrels.
Still too impetuous bird. Or a reckless bird,
How fair her talk is, how fair her words are,
One summer afternoon, one summer afternoon.
Her family, her assembly; At her home, at her party;
When the sun goes down, when the sun goes down,
Her voice echoed in the aisles,
Inciting timid prayers inspired the smallest cricket.
The tiniest cricket, the tiniest flower,
The most unworthy flower. Shy prayer.
When all the children are asleep, when all the children are asleep,
She turned around. All she had to do was turn around and leave.
Enough to light her lamp; It will light enough lights;
Then, bend from the sky, then bend from the air,
With infinite affection and infinite love,
Infinite concern, infinite concern,
Put her golden finger on her lips and your golden finger on her lips.
Testament silence is everywhere. Tell everyone to keep quiet.
"In spring, Goethe is all white"-Robert Bride
(? The goddess of spring is dressed in plain clothes)
Spring is dressed in white, and the goddess of spring is dressed in simple clothes.
May wearing milky white; The corolla of hawthorn is milky white;
There is a clear flock of sheep in the sky.
White clouds float across the sky; White clouds come and go;
White butterflies in the air; Butterflies fly in the air;
White daisy pranks the ground; The court ordered chrysanthemums to decorate the suburbs;
Cherry trees compete with white pear trees and cherry trees.
Scatter snow everywhere. Flowers like snowflakes are everywhere.
The Song of Nature-Ralph Waldo Emerson
(Song of Nature)
I have night and morning, I have night and morning,
The abyss of air, the gulf of space, the canyon of atmosphere, the abyss of space,
The playful sun, the convex moon, the playful sun, Ying Ying in the moonlight,
Endless days. Countless days.
I hide in the sun's light, I hide in the sun's light,
I am silent in the loud singing, silent in the rumbling singing,
I rest on the slope of the torrent and stay on the wave surface of the torrent.
I am strong in a deep sleep.
No figures have calculated my grades, no figures have calculated me,
No tribe can fill my house, no tribe can fill my house,
I sit beside the shining source of life, beside the shining spring of life,
Pour the flood down; I pour the torrent silently;
Once relied on subtle power, once relied on subtle power,
Centuries of collection, centuries of collection,
From one race to another, rare flowers come one after another.
Nothing will be lost from my wreath. My corolla can't escape anything.
Thousands of summers, thousands of summers later.
My apples are ripe well, all my apples are ripe and healthy.
The light from the improved stars, the changing stars flashing,
With the decline of more determined glory. Cast a solid light.
I write the past with words, I write the past with the texture of rocks,
Light the scroll. Burn those paper rolls.
The lines? Written? Are you online? Morning? Spring-william wordsworth
(Early Spring Sentence)
I heard a terrible mixed note, and I sat against a tree in the forest.
In a small forest, I leaned back and listened to all kinds of music played together.
Think happily in that sweet mood, and think in that pleasure.
Let sad thoughts come to mind. It brings sadness.
Nature connects my soul with her beautiful works,
Through my human soul; Blend with her masterpiece;
Thinking of this, I was very sad, so I lamented and asked myself:
What humans have created. How people change themselves.
Through the cherry grass, in the green pavilion, through the primrose, in the village covered with green trees,
Catharanthus roseus drags its wreath; The spreading periwinkle forms a wreath;
I believe in every flower, I believe in every flower,
Enjoy the air it breathes. Everyone likes to breathe fresh air.
Birds around me jump and play, birds are jubilant around me,
They think I can't measure, I can't guess their hearts,
But the smallest movement, even the slightest movement,
This seems to be an exciting pleasure. It also seems to be filled with happiness and joy.
The budding branchlets spread out their fans, and the sprouting branches spread out like giant fans.
Catch the breeze; Stir up a breeze;
And I must think, try my best, try my best to think, and finally understand,
There is happiness there. There, happiness lasts forever.
If this belief comes from heaven, if this belief is given by God.
If this is the divine plan of nature, if this is really the divine will of nature.
I have no reason to be lame. I have more reasons to sigh.
What kind of people make people? How do people change themselves?
Clouds —— A poem by Shelley
(cloud)
I bring fresh rain to thirsty flowers. I am a thirsty flower, from the ocean and from the river.
From the sea and streams; Bring fresh showers; ?
I paint a faint shadow on the green leaves when they wither?
In their noon dreams. Immersed in the dream of taking a nap. ?
Shake the dew off my wings, wake me up, shake the dew off my wings, wake me up?
Every sweet bud, every sweet bud,
Bud's mother danced around the sun when she rested on their mother's bread.
When she dances around the sun. ? They fell asleep in their mother's arms.
I waved the flail of hail, I waved the flail of hail,
And the green plain under the tender white makes the green leaves into white packages; ?
Then I dissolve it in the rain, and then use the rain to melt the ice and snow.
You smiled when I walked through the thunder. I laughed and went through the thunder.
I sift the snow down the mountain, I sift the snowflakes and scatter them all over the peaks under the mountain.
Their big pine trees groaned in horror; Giant pine groaned and cried in fear; ?
When I sleep in the strong wind, it is white on my pillow.
When I sleep in the arms of explosion. Snow became my sleeping pillow.
On the tower of my gazebo, on my castle in the air.
Lightning, my pilot, sit; Sitting on my helmsman-lightning?
In a cave, ray was bound, and there was a cave below, where ray was imprisoned.
It sometimes struggles and sometimes howls; Give out bouts of struggle and roar; ?
Over the earth and the ocean, with gentle movements, over the earth and across the ocean, my helmsman.
This pilot is guiding me, guiding me gently.
Seduced by the love of the moving genii, the fairy in the depths of the purple waves,
In the depths of the purple ocean; Lure him forward with love; ?
Over streams, cliffs and hills, over rivers, cliffs and mountains,
Over lakes and plains, over lakes and plains,
Where is his dream, under the mountain or by the stream, no matter where he yearns, where is his spirit of love?
The spirit he loves still exists; Still at the foot of the mountain, in the valley; ?
I have been bathed in the blue smile of heaven, although it will melt in the rain,
When he was flooded with rain. I am always bathed in the blue smile of heaven.
I am the daughter of the earth and water, I am the daughter of the earth and water.
The nurturer of the sky; Is also the adopted son of the sky?
I pass through the pores of the ocean and the coast; I travel to and from all the pores of the sea and land.
I have changed, but I will not die. I have changed, but I will not die.
Because it never stays after rain, because the sky is naked after rain,
The heaven is bare and spotless.
Wind and sunlight use infrared beams, and wind and sunlight use convex light.
Build the blue dome of the air and the dome of the blue sky.
I silently laugh at my cenotaph, but silently laugh at my empty grave.
Drill a rain cave from the rain cave,
Like a child coming out of the womb, like a ghost coming out of the grave, like a baby delivered from the mother, like a ghost flying away from the cemetery.
I stood up and dismantled it again. ? I vacated it and tore it down again. ?