Ye Zhi Irish
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the heavy shadows of their past;
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
I hung my head, by the red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars.
Fruit and cricket
keats
Poetry of the earth will never die.
When all the birds are dazzled by the hot sun
Hidden in the shady forest, there is a sound.
Floating on the hedge around the newly cut grass.
That's the music of Guoguo! It is scrambling to indulge in the luxury of midsummer, and it never feels that its happiness is gradually disappearing.
Once you are tired of singing, lie comfortably on the comfortable grass.
The poetry of the earth never stops.
On a lonely winter night, when the frost condenses.
Silence rang from the fireplace.
Cricket's singing, in the rising heating and drowsiness, makes people feel that the sound is the chirping of crickets on the grassy mountain.
I am not alone.
Ai Lvya (French)
fill up
Delicious fresh fruit
strand
Colorful flowers
Outstanding
In the arms of the sun
happy
Like an intimate bird.
be as happy as a lark
Because a drop of rain
More beautiful
More beautiful than the clear sky in the morning.
loyal
I'm talking about a garden
I dreamed, but I fell in love.
Byron, the maiden of Athens
Maiden of Athens, before we parted,
Give me my heart! Give me my heart back!
Or, since it has been separated from me,
Keep it and take the rest!
Please listen to my parting oath:
You are my life and I love you.
I want to rely on that unrestrained curly hair,
Every Aegean wind chases it;
I want to rely on those jet-edged eyes,
Eyelashes kiss the purples on your cheeks;
I will swear with wild deer eyes:
You are my life and I love you.
And my long-awaited red lips,
And a light and tight waist;
I want to rely on these promised flowers,
They are better than all words;
I want to say, with a string of joys and sorrows of love:
You are my life and I love you.
Maiden of Athens, we broke up;
Think of me when you are lonely.
Although I ran to Istanbul,
Athens caught my heart:
Can I not love you? I won't!
You are my life and I love you.