Wordsworth: I roam alone, just like crossing a valley.
A floating cloud neon,
Suddenly I raised my eyes and saw a clump.
Golden daffodils, colorful and dense;
On the shore of the lake, in the shade,
It swayed and danced with the wind.
Continuous and dense, like a million stars.
Shining up and down the galaxy,
This daffodil, along the lake bay.
Form an endless line;
I caught a glimpse of thousands of plants.
Shake the corolla and dance.
The ripples on the lake also dance with the wind.
Daffodils are happier than ripples;
With such a happy partner,
How can a poet not feel relaxed and happy!
I stared at it for a long time, but I never thought of it.
What a precious thing this beautiful scenery has given me.
Since then, whenever I lie on the sofa,
Or depressed, or overwhelmed,
Narcissus, it flashed in my mind-
It is a paradise when I am lonely;
My mind is full of changes,
Dancing with daffodils.
Xi Murong's After the Rain: Life can actually be a poem.
If you can let me move on slowly
Quietly looking forward to finding
The dusk in my arms is getting deeper and deeper.
Through the unknown mud
In the dark clouds
Finally shed tears for everyone
Missed or not missed encounters
In fact, life can always be a poem in the end.
After the rainstorm
My mind will be cleaner.
If you are willing to wait
All the floating clouds
Eventually, it will all flow into a river.