Nie Luda (Chile)
Block the moonlight with your eyes.
Brush away all the sadness with your arm.
Please don't forget.
If I wake up crying
I dreamed that I was a lost child.
Through the leaves at night
Looking for your hand
You are the silent spring.
Disappear at the foot of a distant mountain.
I am a lonely stone.
Waiting for the dawn at the lonely top of the mountain
How to talk about it
How could you forget?
All the words look pale and weak.
So I can only-
Engrave your happiness in my memory this month.
Irrigate your sadness with all my tears.
Please don't forget.
If I die laughing
That's because I dreamed that I was a fallen leaf.
Through the silent black
Kiss your face
feel
Alti El Rambo
On a blue summer night
I want to take a quiet path.
The wheat awn itches gently.
As if dreaming, the soles of my feet feel cold.
Let the evening breeze bathe my bald head.
I don't say anything. I don't want anything.
Infinite love gushed from my heart.
I walked farther and farther, roaming naturally-
Happy as a date!
if
Mihai
If a branch knocks on the window
Poplar trees are swaying in the wind.
This reminds me of you.
Let you walk into my side quietly
If the stars shine on the lake
Shining brightly on the bottom of the lake
That's just for the sake of
Let my pain subside.
Let my heart and chest become cheerful
If the dense dark clouds dissipate
The moon re-radiates clear light.
That's just for the sake of
Let me miss you deeply
Never die.
sonnet
Neruda
When I die, I want your hand to hold my eyes:
I want light, light in your lovely hands.
The smell of wheat ears floated to me again,
Let me feel the gentleness of changing my destiny.
I want you alive, while I'm waiting for you in bed,
I want your ears to keep listening to the wind,
Smelling the fragrance of the sea we love together,
Keep stepping on the beach we stepped on.
I want the person I love to live;
I love you, song for you, more than anything.
Therefore, you must continue to bloom beautifully.
In order for you to do everything my love asks you to do,
To get my shadow into your hair,
In order to let people know why I sing.
when you are old
Yeats
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy.
Take a nap by the fire, please take down this collection of poems.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Think back to the heavy shadows of their past.
How many people love you when you are young and happy?
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul.
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face
Hang your head, by the red flame.
Whispering sadly about the disappearance of love
It paced slowly on the mountain overhead.
There is a face hidden among a group of stars.
Ye Zhi's song, when you are old, you have been addicted to it for more than ten years (so let it be the finale, which is a preferential treatment). Poetry for me, I don't know how to appreciate beauty. I think a beautiful poem, once read, has an impulse to share, just like a beautiful woman falling in love at first sight, amazing and high. Love at first sight, love into the heart. )