A meaningful appreciation of English poetry-if I have an afterlife
When I am sick, I will go to sleep instead of pretending that the earth will stop turning if I am not here.
I will light a pink candle carved in the shape of a rose to prevent it from melting in the storage room.
I will talk less and listen more.
I will invite my friends over for dinner, even if the carpet is stained or the sofa fades.
I will eat popcorn. Okay？ In the living room, when someone wants to make a fire in the fireplace, they don't have to worry so much about dust.
I will spend time listening to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I will never insist on rolling up the window in summer just because my hair has just been combed and sprayed.
I will sit on the lawn with the children and not worry about the stains on the grass.
When I watch TV, I cry less and laugh less? But more is observing life.
I will never buy anything just because it is practical, will not show the soil, or promise to use it for a lifetime. I don't want the nine-month pregnancy to end. I will cherish every moment and realize that my inner surprise is the only chance in life to help God work miracles.
When my child kisses me impulsively, I will never say it. We'll talk about it later. Now go wash up and get ready for dinner. ? Will there be more? I love you, okay? ... more? Sorry? ... but most importantly, if I were given another life, I would seize every minute ... look at it, really see it ... live ... and never give it back to me.
Don't worry about trifles. Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who is doing what. On the contrary, let's cherish the relationship with those who love us. Let's think about what God has given us.
And what we do every day to improve ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually.
Life is too short to let it pass you by. We only have one chance, and then it's gone. I hope you all have a happy day.
Appreciation of English Poetry Part II "Floating in the Wind"?
Bob Dylan
How many roads does a person have to walk?
Before they called him a man?
How many oceans does a white dove have to fly?
Before she slept on the beach?
How many times does the shell have to fly?
Before they are banned forever?
My friend, the answer is floating in the wind.
The answer is floating in the wind.
How many years must a mountain exist?
Before it was washed into the sea?
How many years can some people exist?
Before they are free?
How many times can a person turn his head?
Pretend he didn't see anything?
My friend, the answer is floating in the wind.
The answer is floating in the wind.
How many times does a person have to look up?
Before he can see the sky?
How many ears should a person have?
Before he can hear people crying?
How many times will he have to die before he knows?
Too many people have died?
My friend, the answer is floating in the wind.
The answer is floating in the wind.
The answer is floating in the wind.
Blowing in the wind
How many detours people have to take,
To finally mature?
What kind of ocean will pigeons fly to,
Find a beach for the night?
How many times does the cannon need to be fired,
Abolish it forever?
My friend, my answer is floating in the wind,
My answer fluttered with the wind.
How many years have the mountains stood,
Washed to the bottom of the sea.
How many years can people live,
Into a free country?
How many times do people have to turn their heads,
Pretend you can't see clearly?
My friend, my answer is floating in the wind,
My answer fluttered with the wind.
How many times do people need to look up,
See that the sky is no longer covered with dark clouds?
How many ears do people need to erect,
Hear people crying?
How many sacrifices to make,
See too many people killed?
My friend, my answer is floating in the wind,
My answer fluttered with the wind.
Deeply appreciate the three beauties of English poetry
W. Bixler
The beautiful sun gives us light.
The beautiful moon gives us light.
So far, the beautiful plants in heaven
Every little star twinkles beautifully.
Beautiful water is so blue and clear.
We heard a wonderful sound surging.
Beautiful stream, its ripples are so sweet.
Beautiful flowers blooming under our feet
Beautiful spring makes everything happy.
Beautiful summer, so warm and so bright.
Beautiful autumn, full of fruits.
Beautiful winter, it is snowing again.
beautiful
Sunny, sunny.
The moon is beautiful and the night sky is clear.
The beauty of this planet is far away.
The stars are shining with beautiful light.
The sea is beautiful and blue.
The beautiful sound of the waves rang in my ear.
The stream is beautiful, undulating and sweet.
Flowers are blooming beautifully around them.
In spring, everything is beautiful and happy.
Summer is beautiful, warm and bright.
Autumn is beautiful and fruitful.
Beautiful snow flutters in winter.