An inspirational foreign poem "It Should Be Anyway" Helms
People are sometimes irrational, illogical and self-centered;
But you should love him anyway.
If you are diligent and enterprising, some people will accuse you of ulterior motives and seeking personal gain;
But in any case, we must work hard and make progress.
If you. False friends and true enemies will inevitably come;
But in any case, we should strive for success.
Honesty and frankness will make you vulnerable;
But in any case, you should be honest and frank.
Your good deeds today will be forgotten by the world tomorrow;
But anyway, we should do more good deeds.
Great men who are ambitious often fall out of favor with short-sighted mediocrity;
But in any case, you should be ambitious.
Although people often pity the frustrated weak, they are always eager for the power of success;
But anyway, we should help some weak people.
Your achievements over the years may be destroyed;
But in any case, we must strive to make achievements.
Give all your essence to benefit others.
The last sentence, an inspirational foreign poem, Hugo
Friend, the last sentence.
Ah! Virgin, cry when I die!
? Andre? Marsh dune
Friend, the last sentence! ? From then on, I will close it forever.
This book, from now on, will change my mind.
I no longer pay attention to people's noise.
Because, what does this sometimes have to do with the source of a long running water?
What does this have to do with me? My heart is in the future,
This whistling autumn wind will drift to that world.
Ruthless sweeping, never-ending wings will be swept away.
The yellow leaves on the tree will also take away the poet's good sentences.
Yes, I'm still young, although it's on my forehead,
Where emotions and poems emerge one after another,
Carve a new wrinkle every day,
Like the furrow marks plowed by the plowshare of my mind,
Looking back on the past years without knowing it,
I have never seen a 30-degree autumn moon and spring flowers.
I am the pride of this era! Because of the sudden awakening,
My soul abandons fallacies every year,
I have recognized right and wrong, and my faith only pursues you.
Ah, sacred motherland, sacred freedom!
I gnash my teeth and hate oppression.
So when I heard that somewhere in the world,
Under the cruel sky, under the clutches of tyrants,
The people are crying for the land and being slaughtered;
When our mother Greece was the Christian king.
Sold to Turkish executioners, disembowelled and endangered;
When bloody Ireland was crucified;
When Teutonic people struggled in chains under the division of the great powers;
When Lisbon, once beautiful and splendid,
Now he has been ravaged by Miguel and hanged on the gallows;
When Albania let Cato's motherland toss;
When eating and sleeping in Naples; When leaning on a wooden stick,
The heavy and shameful scepter of fear and divinity,
Austria broke the wings of the Venice lion;
When Modena was strangled by the Austrian archduke, she was dying;
When Dresden fought and cried in front of the old king's bed;
When Madrid fell asleep again, it was already dead sleepy;
When Vienna occupied Milan; When the Belgian lion
Lower your head like a cow plowing,
Even the teeth that bite the mouth are gone;
When the hateful Cossacks are bestial,
Insult the dead Warsaw with unkempt hair,
Destroy her tattered but pure and sacred shroud,
Pouncing on the virgin lying upright in the tomb;
Ah! So, I went to their courtyard and nest.
Curse these emperors, their horses are covered with blood!
I feel that poets are their judges!
I think the angry poet will open his powerful fist,
It's like showing them to the public and tying them to the throne,
And loose crowns to make their chains,
Then expel these emperors who should have been blessed,
And carve poems on their foreheads for future people to read!
Ah! Poets should devote themselves to unarmed people.
So I forgot about love, children, family,
Soft songs and quiet leisure,
I added a bronze string to the harp!
An inspirational foreign poem "Narcissus" Wordsworth
I wander alone, like a lonely cloud.
Fly over canyons and mountains.
Suddenly I saw a dense crowd?
This is a big golden daffodil.
They are in the shade,
Dance with the breeze.
Like the stars of the Milky Way?
Reflecting the night sky, dark and bright;
Narcissus is on the shore of the lake bay.
A piece of Huang Cancan stretches forward.
You can see thousands at a glance.
Turn your head when dancing.
Water waves dance everywhere, but daffodils
Dancing is happier than sparkling water waves.
With such a happy friend,
The poet's heart is full of happiness.
I looked and looked, but I didn't see it.
The wealth that this sight has brought me.
Because, sometimes my mood is at a loss.
Or lying in bed moping,
This daffodil often flashes in front of my eyes,
Took me to heaven alone?
At this time, my heart is full of joy.
Dancing with daffodils.
Lonely reaper
Look, that lonely highland girl?
Alone in the field over there!
She harvests alone and sings alone.
Stop, or leave quietly!
She cuts it by herself, ties it by herself,
Singing melancholy songs in his mouth;
Listen! In this deep valley,
A song full of her sadness.
People who travel in the Arabian desert,
Rest in the shade of the tree exhausted;
Although the nightingale's singing is very popular with them,
But not as good as this girl;
In spring, the cuckoo calls,
On the farthest island of Hebrides,
Broke the silence of the sea between the islands?
But girls' songs are more exciting than this.
Who can tell me what song she is singing?
Maybe this endless lament
Singing the bitter past,
And the war long ago;
Why don't she sing that pop song?
What are people talking about now?
Or pain, loss and sadness.
They have happened before and may happen again.
No matter what the girl sings in the song,
Her songs seem endless;
I watched her sing and do it?
She bent down and waved the sickle;
I listened to her singing quietly;
After that, I climbed the mountain in front of me.
Although I can't hear the songs in my ears,
But that song still lingers in my heart for a long time.