The most beautiful English poem 1
yearn for
yearn for
Author: Wang Zhi
Wang Zhi
I long for a kind of beauty.
Quietly coming from a distant village
The lovely goat was pasted on cellophane.
The bull lies in the arms of the mountains.
The grass grows happily.
I long for a beauty.
Quietly come from a distant village
Lovely goat stuck to cellophane.
The bull lies in the arms of the mountains.
The grass is humming and growing happily.
I long for a kind of freedom
Infiltrate from the beautiful paradise into the wilderness.
Wings like the wind fly over the forest and the earth.
Spread happy thoughts to every corner.
I long for a freedom.
From a quiet and beautiful paradise to a wilderness.
Wings like the wind
Shuttle between the forest and the earth
Happy thoughts are scattered in every corner.
I long for a song.
Come out of the mysterious palace
That song of faith
Like the five-color Haizi Mountain.
Still lying in the memory of our ancestors
I long for a song.
Out of the mysterious palace
Song of faith
I like the colorful Haizi Mountain.
Still lying in the memory of my distant ancestors
I long for a kind of nirvana.
Slowly rising from countless hearts
That peaceful world
Just like our silent hearts.
Gradually blooming holy flowers.
I long for a kind of nirvana.
Slowly rising from the hearts of countless people
That peaceful world
Like our silent hearts at first.
Gradually full of holy flowers.
The most beautiful English poems II
leisure
leisure
Author w.h. Davies * * *1871-1940 * * *
Davis * * *1871-1940 * * *
If life is full of care,
What would life be like if you were full of troubles all day?
We have no time to stand and watch!
We have no time to stop and admire.
There is no time to stand under the branches,
There is no time to stand under the branches.
Stare like a sheep and an ox.
Staring like cattle and sheep for a long time
There is no time to see it. When we pass through the Woods,
There is no time to appreciate the big forest we passed through.
Squirrels hide nuts in the grass.
Squirrels cherish the fruits in the grass.
No time to see it, in broad daylight,
There is no time to think about why.
A stream full of stars is like the night sky.
The stars reflected in the stream are like clear nights.
No time to look at beautiful eyes,
There is no time to think about the beautiful woman's glance back.
Look at her feet, how they dance.
Appreciate how great that foot dance is.
There's no time to wait until her mouth can
There is no time to wait for a beautiful woman's red lips to light up.
Her eyes began to become colorful.
Yingying's smiling eyes are more touching.
A poor life, if full of care,
If life is full of troubles, it will be sad and disgusting.
We have no time to stand and stare.
We have no time to stop and admire.
The most beautiful English poem 3
Sadness about time
It's sad when someone you know becomes someone you know.
How sad it is that people who used to know each other become strangers.
When you can walk past someone, it's as if they were never a part of your life.
Once they were an important part of your life, but now, you pass by them without saying hello;
You used to talk for hours, but now you can't even look at them.
Once you could talk for a long time, but now you don't even look at them;
It's sad that times have changed.
How sad the passage of time is.
The most beautiful English poem 4
Let us have confidence.
Safety is mainly a superstition.
Security is largely illusory,
It doesn't exist in nature,
Nowhere to find.
Neither do human children.
All beings,
Experience it as a whole.
No one has this experience.
Avoiding danger is not safer.
It's hard to hedge for a long time,
In the long run, it's better than being completely exposed
Why didn't you show up for a fight?
Life is either a bold adventure or nothing.
It's either a narrow victory or inaction, and life is either one or the other.
Let's face the change
Let's face the change,
Act like a free soul.
Walk like a free spirit,
In the face of fate, strength is invincible.
Soaring in the sky of destiny is invincible.
The most beautiful English poem 5
Wolf and love
Wolf and love
Author: Wang Zhi
Wang Zhi
Who has eaten?
Who ate love?
The last rib of love
After the last rib.
Spread his snoring
Cover the snoring with ...
On the blue desert
On the blue desert
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
The boy who cried wolf.
The wind greeted it.
The wind is pleasant.
Love is hidden in the sand dunes.
Love lies in the sand.
No stop for a minute.
Without a moment's pause
Didn't drop a tear.
Not a tear.