A little poem about junior high school English
sky
Daughter of time, false days,
As dull and dumb as a barefoot dervish,
A person marching in an endless procession,
With a crown and firewood in his hand.
They provide gifts according to everyone's wishes,
Bread, kingdom, stars and the sky that contains them.
I, in my garden, watched the pageantry,
I forgot my wish in the morning and hurried.
I took some herbs and apples for one day.
Turn around and leave silently. Me, it's too late,
Saw contempt under her serious belt.
sky
Time, the daughter of the old man, hypocritical time,
Speechless, like a barefoot monk,
They are in a line, with no beginning and no end.
Holding a crown and scepter,
Give gifts to everyone according to their wishes,
Bread, kingdom and starry sky.
In the tangled garden, I saw this spectacular,
I forgot my wishes in the morning and hurried.
I picked some herbs and apples, and the time has turned.
Leave silently. Under her black hair band
It was too late when I saw her contempt.
On the second part of junior middle school English poetry
A farmhouse by the Weihe River.
Wang Wei
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
There are whistling pheasants? "Full ears of wheat, silkworms sleep" sings Xiye.
The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
A farmhouse by the Weihe River.
Wang Wei
In the setting sun of the countryside,
Cattle and sheep go home along the path;
And a rugged old man in a thatched door.
Leaning against a stick, thinking of his son, the shepherd boy.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat,
Sleeping silkworms, peeled mulberry leaves.
The farmers came back with hoes,
Greet each other cordially.
... no wonder I long for a simple life
I sigh that old song, oh, back to the past!
On the third part of junior middle school English poetry
go uphill
Christina Rossetti? *** 1830- 1894***
Does this road keep winding up?
Yes, until the end.
Will this day's journey take a whole day?
From morning till night, my friend.
But is there a place to rest at night?
There is a roof when the slow dark hour begins.
Won't darkness cover my face?
You can't miss that hotel.
Will I meet other travelers at night?
Those who have walked by.
So, do I have to knock on the door or call when I can see it?
They won't keep you standing at the door.
I will find fortresses, travel, pain and weakness?
The sum of labor.
Will there be a bed for me and all those who are looking for it?
Yes, everyone's bed.
Does this road meander along the slope?
Yes, until the end.
Will this trip take a whole day?
From morning till night, my friend.
And ask, is there a shop that can stop at night?
It's been a long night and you need shelter.
It's dark. Can't you find it?
You can't miss that inn.
Will you meet other traveling companions at night?
Those who are on the road first.
Do I need to knock or shout when I meet you?
They won't let you wait outside the door.
Can I find comfort to relieve the pain and fatigue of traveling?
A whole day's fatigue will eventually pay off.
Are there enough beds for me and all the passengers to sleep peacefully?
The couple has a share, and the bed is ready.