Excellent English Poetry: Life is like summer flowers.
Life, wasting time and time again and turning off the lights.
Life is frivolous again and again.
Frivolous and tireless
Frivolous and tireless
I heard echoes from the valley and the heart.
Open to the lonely soul reaping with sickle.
Harvesting an empty soul with a lonely sickle
Brave repetition also repeats the happiness that finally swayed in the desert oasis.
Repeated rejections and happiness will lead to oases swaying in the desert.
I believe I am.
I believe in myself.
Born as a bright summer flower
Born like bright summer flowers
Don't wither the undefeated fiery demon rule
Not afraid of being unbeaten, like fire.
Heart rate and breathing are under tedious and boring load.
Bear the burden of heartbeat and breathing.
I heard music, from the moon and the corpse.
I hear music, from moonlight and body.
Assist the bait of extreme aestheticism to capture the mystery
Assist extreme bait to capture ethereal beauty.
Full of intense life, but also full of purity.
Life is full of intense and naive.
There are always memories on the whole earth.
There are always memories throughout the world.
I believe I am.
I believe in myself.
Died of the quiet beauty of autumn leaves
Death is like a beautiful autumn leaf.
Sheng is not chaos, smoke gestures way
Don't be full of confusion and gestures.
Even Qing Feng, who was depressed, kept his bones proudly and his muscles concealed.
Even if it withers, it will remain proud and mysterious.
I hear love, I believe in love.
I hear love, and I believe in love.
Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae.
Love is a struggling blue-green algae.
Like a bleak micro-explosive wind
Like a sad wind
Flowing through my veins
Through my bleeding veins
Years in faith
Belief in the garrison years
I believe everyone can hear you.
I believe I can hear everything.
Even a premonition of separation, I met another self.
Even foresee separation and meet another self.
Some can't grasp the opportunity.
And some moments can't grasp the left, east and west, and the dead must never have nowhere to go.
No matter east or west, what is lost will never come back.
Look, I have hairpin flowers on my head, which are blooming all the way.
Look at my hairpins, they are blooming all the way.
Often miss some, but also deeply touched by the wind, frost, snow or rain.
I missed some frequently and was deeply moved by wind, frost, rain and snow.
Prajna paramita, life is as beautiful as summer flowers, and death is as quiet as autumn leaves.
Prajna paramita, with a cry, lives like summer flowers and dies like autumn leaves.
What do you care about having?
What do you care about having?
Excellent English Poetry: Listening to Music in the Midnight
I heard music at midnight.
Hear music in the middle of the night
Author Lin
Poetry/forest
This must be your finger again,
Flip,
In the middle of the night, I feel sad;
It must be your finger again,
Gently push away such a deep sadness,
In such a late night;
I can't help blushing,
Listen quietly,
The vivid scene of midnight black boy.
I can't help blushing,
Listen quietly,
The passion of listening to your harp at night.
Listen to my heart,
horrible
I know, but how can I respond?
A tune passes through my heart,
So lonely
I understand, but how should I deal with it?
Life has already decided her style,
Too weak
It is people's beautiful imagination.
Life has long described her way of life,
Too fragile.
It's just a beautiful illusion.
Unless there is such a day in my dream,
you and I
Let's climb the string of hope.
Excerpted from Selected Poems of New Moon (193 1 September)
Unless one day in a dream,
you and I
Come together and pluck the strings of hope.
Excerpted from Selected Poems of the New Moon (September 193 1)
Excellent English Poetry: If
If you can keep calm when people around you lose their minds and blame you, if you can believe in yourself when everyone doubts you, but also understand their doubts; If you can wait and are not tired of waiting or cheated, don? Don, don't lie and don't be hated? T give in to hatred, but don''t. Don't look too good, and don't speak too smart:
If people around you lose their minds and blame you, you can accept it calmly. If they doubt you, you can remain confident and forgive their doubts. If you are willing to bide your time, you will not be impatient or slandered, but you will not retaliate or be hated, but you will not complain. You can't put on airs, and you can't talk beautifully.
If you can dream? Don't let your dream be your master; If you can think? Don't let thoughts be your goal; If you can meet victory and disaster, and treat these two liars equally; If you can stand hearing the truth? What I said was distorted by villains, to set a trap for fools, or to watch what you gave your life for break and bend down to build it? Repair with worn-out tools;
If you stick to your dreams and don't be influenced by them, if you think carefully, you won't be possessed by them. If you can face victory and fiasco calmly, you will realize the emptiness of victory and failure. If you can stand hooligans misinterpreting your sincere words and misleading ignorant people, or you can watch everything you have devoted yourself to be destroyed again and again, you can bend down to clean up the ruins. If you can pile up all the money you won, gamble on it, lose it, start all over again, and never mention your loss, use old tools to repair the chaos; If you can force your heart, nerves and muscles to serve you long after they leave, then when you have nothing but the will to tell them, stick to it? Hold on! ?
If you dare to gamble all the chips you have won in your life and lose them all, you can start from the beginning and never mention the fiasco of Waterloo again. If you can let the exhausted spirit and body still obey your command and persist until all the strength in your body is exhausted, then only the will is shouting: Hang in there! ?
If you can talk to the crowd and keep your virtue, or walk with the king? If enemies and close friends can't hurt you, if everyone trusts you, but no one trusts you too much, don't lose your normal heart; If you can fill this unforgivable minute with 60 seconds? It's worth a long run. Is yours the earth and everything? It's inside, and then what? Which is more? What about you? I want to be a man, my son!
If you can associate with mediocre people, but don't go with the flow and get involved, it doesn't look likable. If your sworn enemies or close relatives can't hurt you, if everyone trusts you and doesn't parasitize you, if you can cherish every minute you lose and use it to the extreme, then your achievements will be as great as heaven and earth. More importantly, my child, you will become an indomitable person!