English poem about the moon at sunrise 1
I thought you were on fire.
On the hill of heron plantation,
Deal with the most terrible pranks
Movable property for hiring workers
In their village.
I think you are a flame.
Burning on the vast plantation hills
Watching those workers make deals with tragic fate
Their village is there.
But soon after,
You turned yellow-green,
Like a big firefly in the sky;
Then I can see
Your mood and demeanor.
later
You will change into a yellow-green dress.
Like fireflies in the night sky.
I can see.
Your meditation and quiet style
How well do I know
Your sneaky femininity!
It seems that you are reluctant.
You are a naked cloud, but you are abandoned by grace.
Except for its folds. . .
I know better than anyone.
Your lightness is full of femininity.
Like you don't want to put
Bright clouds show people.
You prefer to cover it gently.
gauze
How many times a year?
Have you kept up with my pace,
Ten thousand women are wasting there,
Behind the hedge, or bare
Branches of a tree!
We worked side by side for a year.
How many places have you been?
A pale woman by the garbage dump.
Through the fence, or in that factory.
Under the fallen branches.
You're nothing new,
Oh, the lady of my life,
Come into my field of vision impartially.
Am I near the nest of death,
Or the top cyme of life!
I've always known you.
The moon goddess who will always be with me.
You walked into my eyes.
No matter how close I am to the graveyard of death
Or the top of the tree of life!
Your beauty captures my heart,
Oh, your beautiful moon, so close and bright;
Your beauty makes me like this child.
Shout loudly to have your light:
A child with each arm raised.
Hold you in her warm arms.
Although there are birds singing tonight
Your white light goes through their throats,
Let me speak for me in deep silence.
Not just their sweetest notes:
Who worships you until the music disappears?
Bigger than a nightingale
moon
Your beauty has wrapped around my heart,
Your beautiful moon, oh, so close, so bright;
Your beauty makes me look like a child.
Seize your light and make a louder sound;
The child raised each arm,
I want to hold you and hug you tightly.
Although some birds sing at night,
Because your silver light shines on their necks,
Let me talk about my heart in deep silence.
More charming than their most beautiful songs;
The reverence for you is silent,
This reverence is better than your nightingale.
Can I compare your beauty with the moon?
Can I compare your beauty to the moon?
Pierre de Lansard
Author: Long Sha
Can I compare your beauty with the moon?
Can I compare your beauty to the moon?
She? Without faith, you are the owner of a single goal.
She is treacherous, but you are firm.
I gave it to General Sun, who is everywhere.
Or compare you to an ordinary sun? everywhere
It complements his light. You walk alone
With the same light? You walk alone,
You are so jealous that you must despair.
You are so beautiful that jealousy despairs.
I can't find anything to forgive in my praise,
Find my compliment unforgivable,
You have nothing in common since then? Nothing is fairer than this.
You are so beautiful that the world can't catch up with you.
Yourself, your God, your star, your destiny? The implication of.
You are your own god, your own star and the echo of fate.
Those crazy or reckless people make other women your opponents,
Those crazy and reckless people, let other women compete with you,
Hurt themselves when they hurt you,
When they hurt you, they hurt themselves,
So far, your Excellence has exceeded their lack.
Your beauty is unparalleled.
Either your body protects some noble demon,
You are a stunner, hiding some important demons,
Or mortal, the immortal virtue of your image;
Your immortal body hides your immortal virtue,
Or pallas, you or the first elegant.
You are the goddess of wisdom, or the most beautiful woman among beautiful women.
tr。 Zhang Heqing
Translation: Zhang Heqing