A simple classic English poem
Stop sighing.
Ladies, stop sighing, men are always liars;
Stop sighing, woman, stop sighing, men are always liars;
One foot in the sea and one foot on the shore are eternal.
One foot in the sea, one foot on the shore, never single-minded.
Then don't sigh like this, let them go, be your happy and beautiful person, and turn all your sorrows into hey, grandma!
Then please don't sigh so much, just let them go; You regain your happiness and beauty, and turn all your crying into a relaxed song.
Simple Classic English Poetry Part II
"She lingers in beauty", Byron.
She walks in beauty, like a cloudless night sky and a starry sky;
She wandered in beauty, as if there were no clouds and stars in Wan Li at night;
All the essence of darkness and light meet in her face and eyes, so it becomes soft, soft to the kind of gentle light that heaven denies to the flashy day.
Just like excellent darkness and light blend in appearance and eyes; The drunkard becomes such a soft light-the elegance that gaudy days can't get.
One more shadow and one less ray of light have damaged that nameless elegance, which ripples on every black tree or gently illuminates her face; There, quiet and sweet thoughts express how pure and lovely their residence is.
One more shadow and one less ray of light are detrimental to this indescribable elegance. Beauty flutters in her hair or shines slightly on her face. Happy thoughts celebrate how pure and lovely it is there.
On the cheeks and forehead, so soft, so calm, but eloquent;
Those cheeks and brow are so gentle, so calm, so meaningful.
Win a smile, glow with color, but tell a beautiful day;
Convincing smile and rosy color tell about the wonderful time we spent.
A peaceful heart, a pure love heart!
Peace of mind, not competing with the world, love will always be pure.
Simple Classic English Poetry Part III
shining stars
Bright stars, I wish I were as firm as you-not in the lonely light, hanging high in the night sky, always watching with my eyes open. Like a patient and sleepless hermit of nature.
Bright stars, I wish I were as firm as you-but not standing alone in the night sky, my eyes will never close. Like an ascetic hermit who stayed up all night.
The flowing water performs the task of pure baptism like a priest on the coast of human beings on earth.
Staring at the sea washes the cliff of the world, just like a priest taking a clean bath.
Or the mask of staring at the newly falling snow on the mountains and the wilderness-no-is still firm and unchanged.
Or the wasteland and mountains overlooking the lower bound are covered with a gently falling snow cover-unlike this-but they are always firm.
Pillow on my lover's mature chest, always feel its soft ups and downs, and always wake up in sweet uneasiness.
Lying on my beautiful lover's chest, I can always feel its gentle ups and downs, always awake, in sweet uneasiness.
Still, still hear her gentle breathing, so live forever, or faint and die.
Always, always listen to her gentle breathing, live like this forever-or faint and die.
Simple Classic English Poetry Part IV
Ye Zhi's "The Robe of His Praying for God".
If I had embroidered cloth from heaven, embroidered with gold and silver light.
If I had the embroidered robe of God, inlaid with gold and silver.
Blue, dark and dark at night, light and half bright and half dark, I will spread these cloths at your feet:
Those blue, light gray and dark black embroidered robes are shining with night lights, sunshine and glow, and I would like to spread them at your feet;
But I, poor, only have my dreams;
But I have no money, only dreams,
I spread my dream at your feet;
I put my dream at your feet,
Tread gently, because you step on my dream.
Please walk gently, because you have stepped on my dream.