Selected famous English poems
The biggest pain
The baby is in great pain,
Mother still doesn't know who she gave birth to;
The child is in great pain,
Can't enjoy the care of his father;
The most painful young man,
When he is not loved by fairness;
Lost people suffer the most,
If he paid the human price.
All this adds up,
Pandora's box was opened layer by layer;
Upon release,
A rare golden age of poetry.
painful
Lu Lu Zhi
The greatest pain of the body,
Young people lack the love of their mothers;
The greatest pain of the soul,
Teenagers have no father's love;
The greatest mental pain,
Youth is ruthless;
The greatest pain in life,
You can't get human care in confusion.
All the pain accumulated,
Pandora's box is opened layer by layer;
All the pain is relieved,
Poetry is as rare as the golden age.
Intensive reading of English famous poems
ponder
Russell green
I saw the stars against the summer night.
When they tremble, the light is still trembling.
First, it came to them from another world.
I can't give in to my proud humanity.
Kneel before the cold vastness,
I, with youth and love, I, who knows,
They-floating objects in the misty ebb and flow,
A dead thing unmoved by an invisible fire
Hope, pain and sacred desire.
They're not more versatile than me,
They can't see, dream, change or die.
I can't bow to infinity,
The grandeur of silence can't conquer me.
think deeply
Russell green
I see stars shining in the summer night.
It seems that in the distant space,
Send them the first ray of sunshine.
I will not give up the dignity of human nature,
Worship endless cold,
I have love, youth and the energy to learn;
They are lifeless residues,
Waves floating in the tide,
Without spiritual fire, there would be no depression and sacred expectation.
They don't know everything like me,
They are invisible, unchangeable, dreamless and immortal.
I can't bow to infinity,
I will not give in to silence.
On Famous English Poetry
ponder
Russell green
I saw the stars against the summer night.
When they tremble, the light is still trembling.
First, it came to them from another world.
I can't give in to my proud humanity.
Kneel before the cold vastness,
I, with youth and love, I, who knows,
They-floating objects in the misty ebb and flow,
A dead thing unmoved by an invisible fire
Hope, pain and sacred desire.
They're not more versatile than me,
They can't see, dream, change or die.
I can't bow to infinity,
The grandeur of silence can't conquer me.
think deeply
Russell green
I see stars shining in the summer night.
It seems that in the distant space,
Send them the first ray of sunshine.
I will not give up the dignity of human nature,
Worship endless cold,
I have love, youth and the energy to learn;
They are lifeless residues,
Waves floating in the tide,
Without spiritual fire, there would be no depression and sacred expectation.
They don't know everything like me,
They are invisible, unchangeable, dreamless and immortal.
I can't bow to infinity,
I will not give in to silence.
Appreciation of famous English poems
Let it be forgotten
Sara teasdale
Let it be forgotten, like a flower forgotten,
Forgotten, just like singing the golden flame.
Let it be forgotten forever,
Time is a kind friend, and it will make us old.
If anyone asks, just forget it.
A long time ago,
Like a flower, like a fire, like a quiet step.
In a long forgotten snow.
Forget it.
Sarah teasdale
Forgetting it is like forgetting bright flowers;
Forget it, just like forgetting the roaring golden flame;
Never forget,
In good times, friends will operate on us.
If anyone asks, say they forgot,
For a long time, faint;
In a long forgotten snow,
Like a flower, like a fire, like a quiet step.