Foreign classical poetry: carriage
Because I can't stop to die-
He kindly stopped for me-
We're the only people in the car-
And immortality.
Because I can't stop to die.
He kindly stopped to wait for me?
That car can only accommodate the two of us?
And immortality.
We drove slowly-he knew not to rush.
I have put it away.
My work and leisure,
For his courtesy-
Shall we drive slowly? He is in no hurry.
I also put my work and leisure.
Throw everything away,
For his courtesy?
We passed the school and the children were fighting there.
At rest-in the ring-
We passed the fields staring at the grain-
We passed the sunset-
We walked across the campus, and the children were pushing and shoving.
During the break, in the rotunda?
We walked through the straw pile and stared at the fields?
We walked through the sunset?
Or-he passed us-
Dew shivering and cold-
Just for the tulle, my robe-
My shawl tulle-
In other words, he walked past us.
Cold dew, shivering with cold?
Because my dress is falling off?
My shawl is like a mesh?
We're in a building that looks like
The uplift of the ground-
The roof is almost invisible-
He's underground-
We stopped in front of a house,
This seems to be a raised land.
The roof is almost invisible?
The eaves are underground?
Since then- For centuries, however,
It feels shorter than the day.
My first guess about horses? head
Towards eternity-
Centuries have passed since then.
Less than a day later,
I first guessed the horse's head.
Run to eternity.
Foreign Classic Poetry: Mother of Nature
Nature, gentle mother, nature, the gentlest mother,
Not as impatient as a child, as impatient as a child,
The wisest or wayward, even the weakest and wayward,
Her warning was mild.
In forests and hills, in forests and hills,
Be heard by travelers, travelers can hear,
To suppress rampant squirrels is to suppress rampant squirrels.
Still too impetuous bird. Or a reckless bird,
How fair her talk is, how fair her words are,
One summer afternoon, one summer afternoon.
Her family, her assembly; At her home, at her party;
When the sun goes down, when the sun goes down,
Her voice echoed in the aisles,
Inciting timid prayers inspired the smallest cricket,
The tiniest cricket, the tiniest flower,
The most unworthy flower. Shy prayer.
When all the children are asleep, when all the children are asleep,
She turned around, all she had to do was turn around and leave,
Enough to light her lamp; It will light enough lights;
Then, bend down from the sky, bend down from the air,
With infinite affection and infinite love,
Infinite concern, infinite concern,
Put her golden finger on her lips and your golden finger on her lips.
Testament silence is everywhere. Tell everyone to keep quiet.
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