Selected famous foreign poems

My lover swears that she is sincere and I believe her. Although I know she is lying, I want her to think that I am young, naive and ignorant of all kinds of deception in the world. In this way, I am confident that she thinks I am young, although I am actually past my youth. Her lies make me smile, and the fanaticism of love ignores the purity of love. But why doesn't my lover say that she is old? Why didn't I say I wasn't young? Ah, the purpose of love is to please each other. Old lovers don't like to talk about age: since love can cover up our misfortunes, let love deceive me, and I am deceiving love. I have two lovers, which is not a happy event. They make me fidget like two elves; My good elf is a beautiful young man, and my bad elf is an ugly woman. In order to lure me into hell, that female ghost lured my good spirit away from me, bent on turning him from a saint into a devil, and wanted to exchange her lust for his innocence. I can only doubt whether my angel has entered the magic road, but I'm not sure; Because they are very close, I guess the angel has entered the gate of hell. It's hard to know how you really feel. I will never be at ease until the bad elves release my good ones. Didn't your glib eyes force me to break my oath? Who in the world has the ability to argue with it? Besides, it's understandable to break your vows for you. I only swore to break up with a woman, but I can prove that you are a god: a god cannot be disturbed by secular vows; Your Hong En can take me back to the beginning. The oath is just a word, a mass of air; And you, the beautiful sun that shines on the earth, absorbed all the vows of gas: if it disappears, you can only blame your sunshine. If I say I shouldn't break my oath, who will be stupid enough to keep it and avoid heaven? Four lovely Cecilia (1) sitting by a river, surrounded by a lively young Adoni, she blinked at the young man again, which made her look more beautiful; She told him many beautiful stories and tried her best to make him look happy. In order to please him, I often cling to him, and no one will be tempted by that affection. But I don't know whether he is really young and ignorant, or whether he deliberately refuses to accept her kindness. The little fish refused to swallow the fish food, but just smiled at her movements. Finally, the beauty couldn't help lying down: he stood up and ran away. Oh, what a fool! If love makes me swear, how can I swear not to love? Ah, all vows are empty words, except the vows to beauty; Although I seem to have broken my word, I will always be sincere to you; All this is as immovable as a tree to me, but it is soft willow branches to you. I want to read it carefully as a book, and study the words in it, which contains all the profound and rare happiness. If learning is important, I only ask to know you completely; Without a learned tongue, there can be no ability to praise you; Only stubborn and ignorant people are doomed to be completely indifferent when they see you; I admire you from the bottom of my heart and am extremely proud of it. Your eyes are Zeus' lightning and your voice is his thunder, but if there is no anger in your voice, it is more beautiful than music. However, you are a natural person, and you certainly don't like floating characters in this world. This vulgar word, no matter how beautiful, is not worthy of praising angels. The sun in Liu Dongsheng hasn't dried the morning dew, and the cows outside the shed haven't hid in the shade. Cecilia, fed up with the night's lovesickness, hurried to the river where the willows hung, waiting anxiously for Adoni, who often came to swim in this river. The weather is very hot; But what is even hotter is her deep affection, and she is searching for Adoni with her eyes wide open. Finally, he came, took off all his clothes and stood naked on the bank of Qingxi. The sun looks at the world with wide eyes and never blinks as she looks at him. He suddenly saw her and jumped into the water at once; "Oh, dear," she said, "why am I not a stream?" My love is beautiful, but she is frivolous; She is as kind as a dove, but she never has true feelings; Glazed glass is as fragile as glass; As soft as pewter, but disgusting and hateful; Like a lily decorated with rose petals, it is beautiful and fake. She often puts her lips close to me, kisses me and swears to me! She made up many stories to make me happy, afraid that I would not love her and lose my favor! However, although she is extremely serious, swearing and crying, she is all taking part in accidental amusement. She loves passionately, just like burning hay, but it is also finished like hay; She ignited the fire of love and watered it with water. Finally, you seem to embarrass her. Who knows if this is love or nonsense? It's terrible. It's annoying anyway. If music and poetry can be coordinated with each other, they are sisters, so they should be. Then there is no doubt that we should live together forever, because you love music and I love poetry very much. You love Dowland (2), whose magical piano music makes countless people forget the sufferings of the world; I love Spencer. His lofty charm is familiar to everyone. I don't need to defend him. After you loved music, Phobos (3) played beautiful and moving music on his harp, and the joy that intoxicated me most was his free singing. The poet said that the god of music is also the god of poetry; Someone loves both, and they are both on you. At the beginning of the ninth red sun, the beautiful and affectionate girl, with a hound, soon came to the mountain; Spoony girl, love is more than love, tell him never to go near the hunting ground over there. "The day before yesterday," she said, "I saw a beautiful young man bitten by a wild boar in the bushes over there, and his thighs were bitten. It seems really pitiful! Look at my thigh, it hurts here. " As she spoke, she opened her thigh and exposed many scars. He was ashamed and ran away quickly, leaving her dumbfounded. A blooming rose was picked for no reason and then carved. The picked buds have withered in spring! Why do sparkling pearls turn pale in an instant? Beautiful people, destroyed by death prematurely! Just like the plum hanging on the branches, it has not been carved yet because of the wind. I cry for you, but I don't know why. Although you left me nothing in your will, I got more than I hoped. Because I have no hope for you. Oh, dear friend, please forgive me! You really left your sadness to me. Venus sat in the shade of a hickory tree and began to flirt with Adoni next to her. She told him that the god of war dared to flirt with her, and she learned to perform this scene for him. "That's it," she said. "God of War hugged me hard", and she hugged Adoni with both hands. "That's it," she said. "God of War unbuttoned my button" obviously means that the young man should not hesitate. "That's it," she said. "He kissed me hard," she said, reaching out to press his lips; But he took a deep breath and ran away immediately, as if he didn't understand her feelings at all. Ah, I hope my love is so deep, kiss me and hug me, so that I dare not stay. One, two, aging and youth cannot coexist at the same time: youth is full of joy, and aging is full of sadness; Youth is like summer morning, and aging is like winter season; Youth is full of vitality; Old and listless. Youth is full of joy, and there are not many days of aging; Youth is vigorous and aging is slow; Young people are bold and reckless, and old people are timid and soft; Hot blood in youth, cold heart in old age. Aging, I hate you; Youth, I worship you. Ah, my love, my love is still young! Age, I hate you. Ah, lovely shepherd, let's go. I think it's time for you to get up. 13 beauty is just a floating shadow that can't be made accurately. Like dazzling brilliance, it will soon be destroyed, like a flower that has just opened, like a crystal glass that is broken in an instant; Floating shadows, luster, flowers or a piece of glass disappear, destroy, break and die in an instant. Like a lost treasure that can never be seen again, like a luster that can't be restored once it is destroyed, like a broken glass that can't be bonded, like a flower that can't be reopened once it is carved, beauty is like a flash in the pan and disappears forever, no matter how painful you are, no matter how you describe it. Good night and have a good rest. Ah, it's none of my business! Her "good night" only made me unable to rest in peace. I sat alone in the hut lamenting the painful acacia and constantly sighing the stinging doubts. "Go well," she said. "I hope you will come again tomorrow." It is impossible to be "good", and only sadness accompanies me. But when I left, she smiled. I just don't know whether her smile is ironic or warm. Maybe she smiled happily when I left, maybe she would like me to wander again. The word "wandering soul" really suits me. I have suffered a lot, but I have never benefited. God, I look at the east hungrily! My heart is challenging the clock; There is no doubt that when morning comes, all creatures will come out of their dreams, but I can't believe my eyes. The nightingale is singing loudly, but I sit and watch, hoping it can sing like a lark. Because larks greet the day with songs and drive away the night that constitutes a dream. As soon as the night disappears, I will come to her side; Let your heart get what you want and feast your eyes; Because she once sighed and said "come back tomorrow", sadness turned into comfort, and there was sadness in comfort. I was with her, and it was night in a blink of an eye: but now, countless minutes make up less than an hour; In order to embarrass me, a minute seems like a month, and the sun always refuses to take a snapshot of the flowers for me! Go, night; Come on, borrow some time from the night during the day; Shorter, at night, shorter tonight, and can be extended tomorrow.