The smell of the flower disappeared, and so did the fragrance of this flower.
Blow on me like your kiss; Just like the breath of your kiss to me;
The color of the flower has faded, the color of this flower has faded,
Shining your light, only you! As clever as you used to be, only you!
A shriveled, lifeless and empty body, a shrinking, dead and empty body,
It lies on my abandoned chest, on my abandoned chest,
Laugh at the warm heart and rest with it cold and silent.
Rest with cold and silence. Laugh at my still burning heart.
I cry-my tears can't wake it up; I cry, tears can't wake it up;
I sigh-it doesn't breathe to me anymore; I sigh, its breath will never;
Its fate of silence without complaining, its fate of silence without complaining,
This is what I should do. I just deserve it.
"Er", with the wings of poetic spirit, is familiar to readers in China.
And love. However, Shelley was a "genius prophet".
(Engels), his prose, like his poems, is full of
Desire for the world of truth, goodness and beauty, and desire for tyranny and tyranny.
Resentment and deep sympathy for human suffering.
Most of these essays collected in this book come from the author's life.
Unpublished precious heritage, by the author's wife mary shelley (Ge
Devon's daughter) arranged and attached footnotes in some places. poetic sentiment
It's a pity that people died young, which made some paragraphs in the article unfortunately fail.
Fully developed, some are waiting to enter the most exciting and climax.
, but had to come to an abrupt end. But the end of Shelley's thought development
Ni can see it from here.