A simple English poem-no one knows this little rose.
Nobody knows this little rose-
Could be a pilgrim
Didn't I take it from
Hold it up to you.
Only bees will miss it-
There is only one butterfly,
Come from afar in a hurry-
Lying on its chest-
Only birds would want to know-
Only the breeze will sigh-
Ah, little rose-how simple!
When you die!
Version 1
Nobody knows about this little rose?
If I hadn't taken it off and dedicated it to you
It will still be on the side of the road.
Like pilgrims, flowers bloom in silence.
Only one bee will miss it?
There is only one butterfly.
Fly in a hurry after a long journey?
Stop at its stamens?
Only birds are surprised?
Only the breeze sighs?
Alas, this little rose is just like you.
So easy to wither and die
On the second part of a simple English poem Farewell
Cold stream, flowing to the sea,
Wave transmission of your tribute:
My steps are no longer blocked by you,
Forever and ever.
Gently flowing through the lawn and grass,
Streams and then rivers;
Without you, my steps will not stop,
Forever and ever.
But your alder will sigh,
Your poplars tremble here;
You will hum bees here,
Forever and ever.
A thousand suns will shoot at you,
A thousand moons will tremble;
But my steps won't depend on you,
Forever and ever.
Running to the sea, a clear stream,
Give you layers of ripples;
There is no longer my footprint around you,
Forever and ever, see you forever.
Flow gently, bypass the lawn,
A stream that will become a big river;
There is no longer my footprint around you,
Forever and ever, see you forever.
Here, your alder sighs,
Here, your poplars will tremble;
Here, bees will shuttle around you,
Forever and ever, never ending.
A thousand suns will disappear,
A thousand moons will shake the jade;
But there is no longer my footprint around you,
Forever and ever, see you forever.
On Simple English Poetry Part III Narcissus Chanting Narcissus
I wander alone like a cloud.
Floating on high valleys and hills,
Suddenly, I saw a group of people,
A group of golden daffodils;
By the lake, under the tree,
Dance in the breeze.
Continuous as a shining star
Shining in the milky way,
Do they stretch? Never-ending line d
Along the edge of the bay:
I saw 10 thousand at a glance,
Shake their heads in a cheerful dance.
They danced beside the waves, but they
Cheerfully better than sparkling waves:
Poets can't help being happy.
In such a happy company!
E gaze? Staring? But I didn't expect
How much wealth has this program brought me:
Often, when I lie on the sofa.
In a daze or brooding mood,
They flash in the inner eyes.
This is lonely happiness;
Then my heart was filled with happiness,
Dancing with daffodils.
Wandering alone is like a cloud,
How green it is floating in my valley;
I caught a glimpse of the cluster in a flash,
Clusters of daffodils are golden;
In the shade, by the lake,
The breeze is blowing and dancing.
As if the stars were shining,
Shining along the milky way;
The edge of a bay of blue waves,
Endless, endless;
I saw thousands of things,
Dance with the wind and get rich.
Lace sparkles,
How can you compare with flowers?
In the face of such a good companion,
Why is the poet not happy!
Gaze, stare, linger;
I don't know that it causes long feelings;
Rely on rest,
Silent, quiet meditation;
Suddenly, the flower shadow flashed through my mind.
Solitude can fascinate you;
Sincere joy,
Dancing with daffodils.