Beautiful English Poetry: If you are not happy enough
If you feel unhappy enough
Don't frown.
Life is too short
Why can you still find sadness?
Open and close the window
Let the sun shine everywhere
Go to the wilderness of life
Let the wind stroke your forehead.
Broadness can alleviate sadness.
The deeper you are, the more you can cover the fleet.
If you are not happy enough
Don't frown.
Life is short.
Why cultivate bitterness?
Open dusty doors and windows.
Let the sunshine and rain spread all over every corner.
Vilen moves towards life.
Let the wind iron your forehead.
Broadness can dilute sadness.
Dark colors can cover light colors.
Beautiful English Poetry: Virtue and Virtue
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright!
Sweet day, so cool, quiet and bright!
The wedding of the earth and the sky-
The perfect combination of heaven and earth-
Dew will cry for your fall tonight;
Dew will cry for your departure tonight;
Because you have to die.
Because you have to leave.
Sweet rose, she is angry and brave,
Beautiful roses, ruddy and gorgeous in color,
Ordered the thoughtless gazer to wipe his eyes,
Let people who pass by in a hurry wipe their eyes,
Your roots are always in the grave,
Your roots are always in the grave,
You must die.
You have to disappear.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
Beautiful spring, full of beautiful days and fragrant roses,
A box for candy,
Like a box full of perfume,
My music shows that you have your end,
My music shows that you also have an end,
Everyone will die,
Everything has to die.
There is only one sweet and kind soul,
Only a beautiful and upright mind,
Like air-dried wood, never give in;
Like dry spare wood, it will never be deformed;
But even though the whole world has turned to coal,
Even if the whole world is reduced to ashes,
Then mainly life.
Still brilliant.
Beautiful English poem: March calf
From the beginning, he put on his best clothes-his black and white.
Little Fauntleroy-fluff and luster,
A Sunday dress, a wedding dress,
Standing in the dunghill
Under the spider-web beam, near the mud wall,
Half his legs,
Eyes bright, nothing more.
But breast milk often flows back.
Everything else is step by step, just like now.
Let the summer sky be temporarily postponed.
This is exactly what he wants.
For every new thing, a little at a time is the best.
Too much, too sudden, too terrible-
When I blocked the light, a big piece of light from space,
Let him go to his mother's for a sip,
He ran for a yard or two, and then he froze.
Staring at every hair in all directions,
Prepare for the worst, shut up in his hopeful religion,
A little logic
With a wet blue-red muzzle, God's thumb.
You see that all his hopes are running.
As he walked between the worn tracks
His mother's oven.
He grew up trembling, his tongue curled-
What did the cow find here?
Let this cute little guy
In such a hurry to prepare yourself?
He has won the game, trembling-
His new purple eye twitches.
In advancing his plan.
Hungry people are getting hungrier,
Butchers develop expertise and markets,
But he just wagged his tail and sparkled.
On his neat side
I don't know his whole bloodline
It's tied up.
He shivered and felt the world licking his side.
He shines like an ember.
Ignite himself
With his own fuel, breath and light.
Soon he will throw himself into it and dispel his boiling joy.
Appear on the grass,
Free on such a vast surface,
Find himself. Stand. Cleisthenes called.
Beautiful English poem: rainy day, rainy day
The weather is cold, dark and dreary;
When it rains, the wind will not get tired;
The vine still clings to the ruined wall,
But every time there is a strong wind, the dead leaves will fall.
It was a dark and dreary day.
My life is cold, dark and dreary;
When it rains, the wind will not stop;
My mind is still clinging to the past,
But young hopes were dashed in the explosion,
The days are dark and dreary.
Quiet, sad heart! Stop complaining;
Behind the dark clouds is still sunny;
Your destiny is everyone's destiny,
It rains in everyone's life,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
The weather is cold, dark and dreary;
It's raining and the wind keeps blowing;
The vine still clings to the ruins,
Every time there is a gust of wind, dead leaves fall in succession.
Innocence is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, gloomy and dreary;
It's raining and the wind keeps blowing;
My thoughts are still lingering in the past,
In the gale, my hopes in my youth were dashed one by one.
Innocence is dark and dreary.
Be quiet, sad heart! Stop regretting;
Behind the dark clouds, the sun is still shining;
Your fate is the same as everyone else's,
Everyone will encounter rain in his life.
Some days are doomed to be dark and dreary.