At my window,
There is a birch tree,
As if covered with silver frost,
Put a snowflake on it.
Furry branches,
The lace of snow embroidery is very chic.
Strings of flowers are in full bloom,
White tassels are picturesque.
In the dim silence,
Yuli this birch tree,
In the flashing golden light,
Shining with brilliant snowflakes.
Birch trees wander around,
Sunset,
It turned to the snowy branches.
Another layer of silver brilliance.
2. Grass
Author: Ma Qingjiang
I am a grass,
An unknown grass.
Growing on the side of the road,
No one will notice,
No one appreciates nostalgia.
My flowers are not bright,
Open the world silently.
I've never been energetic in my life,
No one will be surprised.
Stand up straight, be a man,
I am not afraid of storms.
The strong wind bent my waist,
Even if it crawls on the ground,
I can still stand up and grow.
I grew up by the river,
The gurgling water plays music for me,
A trickle sings to me.
Listen to Yuanyang playing in the water and whispering,
Look at the swan's red palm and blue waves.
I am a grass,
Maybe living in the mountains,
Maybe it grows on the hillside.
I'm on a cliff,
Still lush.
I'm in the rock,
Still tall and straight.
I stood on the hill and watched the eagle spread its wings.
Listen to the birds singing.
I'm on the beach,
I am in the saline-alkali depression.
Bad conditions make me upright and upright.
I grew up by the sea,
Watching the rough waves lapping against the coast,
Listen to the waves singing.
Watching seagulls soar,
Listen to Haiyan beating waves.
I am a grass,
I'm in a dense forest,
Grassland is my lovely home.
Those who died in the snow were my branches and leaves,
Roots hide my life.
I laugh at fire,
You can scorch the grassland,
There's nothing I can do-
I am still a phoenix, reborn from the fire.
Dye the earth green,
Dye green spring,
Dye my lovely home green.
3. pear tree
(Author: Hilda doolittle)
Hilda doolittle is one of the greatest American poetesses in the 20th century.
Silver dust and fog
Rise from the ground
I can't reach it.
You have risen so high.
Oh, silver
I can't reach it.
You bloom to us.
There are no other flowers to bloom.
Such strong pure white petals
No other flower can get such rare silver.
And then separate out the silver.
Oh, white pears
You flower clusters
Bloom in the branches
Use your purple heart medal
Bring summer and ripe fruit.