Robert Browning
You will love me one day!
I can wait for your love to grow slowly.
It's huge.
That flower in your hand,
Isn't it also the seeds planted in April and June?
Is it open?
Now I sow the seeds of love,
At least one or two of them always take root,
You can't pick flowers-
Not love, maybe I like it a little.
All right.
Violets at my grave-
The remains of love-you will always look at him.
Eyes;
That look on your face? It's worth a lot of trouble.
Angry.
What is death? You always have someone who loves me.
Jesus Christ.
The furthest distance in the world
Author: Tagore (India)
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you
You don't know I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing in front of you
You don't know I love you.
But obsessed with love
But you can't say I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I love you
I miss you so much.
But it can only be buried deep in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I miss you.
But love each other.
But we can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world
Do not love each other
But we can't be together.
But knowing that true love is invincible
Pretend not to care.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between trees.
But branches that grow from the same root.
But can't depend on each other in the wind
The furthest distance in the world
It is not that branches cannot depend on each other.
But the stars look at each other.
But there are no intersecting trajectories.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the trajectory between stars.
But even if the tracks intersect,
But in a flash, there was nowhere to find it.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that the moment is nowhere to be found.
But we haven't met yet.
It is doomed to be impossible to come together.
The furthest distance in the world
Is the distance between fish and birds.
One is in the sky, and the other is deep under the sea.
when you are old
Author: Ye Zhi (Ireland)
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall 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;
I hung my head, by the red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars.
I'd rather be a torrent.
Author: Petofi (Hungary)
I would like to be a torrent or a mountain stream, walking on the rocky road.
As long as my lover is a small fish, swimming happily in my waves.
I want to be a barren forest on both sides of the river, and I fight bravely in the face of a gust of wind.
As long as my lover is a bird, it is my guest among the dense branches.
I hope the ruins are on steep cliffs. This silent destruction has not depressed me.
As long as my lover is green ivy, I will climb up intimately along my desolate forehead.
I hope it's a thatched cottage at the bottom of the valley, beaten by wind and rain.
As long as my lover is lovely, the flame flashes slowly and happily in my stove.
I wish the clouds were gray broken flags, floating around lazily in the vast sky.
As long as my lover is a coral sunset, it will shine brightly beside my pale face.
wild rose
Author: Goethe (Germany)
The teenager saw a rose, a little rose in the wilderness.
So delicate, so bright
The teenager hurried forward and looked very happy.
Rose, rose, red rose, little rose in the wilderness.
The boy said I'm going to pick your little roses in the wilderness.
Ross said I would stab you.
Let you never forget that I don't want to be picked by you.
Rose, rose, red rose, little rose in the wilderness.
The savage teenager went to her wilderness to pick small roses.
Ross stabbed him in self-defense, and Ross held back his tears in vain.
Or is it broken?
Rose, rose, red rose, little rose in the wilderness.
Please say again I love you
Author: Mrs Browning (UK)
I said it once, please tell me again that I love you.
Even if it is repeated over and over again.
You will think that this is a cuckoo song.
Please remember, between the green mountains and forests, in the valleys and fields.
If it lacks cuckoo syllables, even if it is fresh in spring.
Wearing green clothes is not perfect.
It's so dark around love
I only heard frightened voices in my ears.
In the midst of painful uneasiness
I cried, and I love you again.
Who would think there are too many stars? Every star rotates in space.
Who would think it's too much? Every flower is full of spring.
Say you love me, you love me, ring the bell.
Just remember to love me with your soul in silence.
For Yan Ni.
Author: Marx (Germany)
Yan Ni, laugh. You will be surprised why all my poems have only one title.
For Yan Ni, you are the only source of inspiration in the world, the comfort of genius, and the brilliance of thoughts shining in the depths of my soul. It's all hidden in your name.
Yan Ni, every letter of your name is magical, and every sound it makes is beautiful. Every chapter of music played by it lingers in my ears, as if it were a kind and beautiful god in fairy tales, as if it were Yin Hui with a bright moon in the sky on a spring night, as if it were the subtle sound of a golden string popping up.
Although there are countless pages, I will let your name fill thousands of books, let your name ignite the flame of thought, let the will to fight splash with the fountain of career, let the eternal and lasting truth of real life be revealed, and let the whole world of poetry appear in human history. At that time, may the old century lament, the new era rejoice and the universe shine forever.
Even if Yan Ni's name is engraved on the sand-like dice, I can pronounce it as gentle wind. The name Yan Ni seems to bring me a message of happiness. I will always praise her and let people know that the name is the embodiment of love-Yan Ni.
billow
Author: quasimodo (Italian)
How many nights, I heard the gentle waves of the sea lapping against the soft beach.
Express a soft word with warmth.
As if a kind voice came from the lost years.
Through my memory, my mind keeps echoing.
Like the long, low cry of seagulls. may be
Birds fly to the plain to meet the charming spring scenery and sing tactfully.
The unforgettable years when you and I were there
With the whispers of the waves, how close we are.
Oh, how I wish I could hear the echo of my nostalgia.
Light waves like the sea float to your side in this boundless darkness.
Lorelei
Author: Heine (Germany)
I don't know why I am so sad.
An old myth bothers me.
With the evening breeze, the Rhine River is quietly cool.
In the evening sunset, the mountain peaks are shining with sunshine.
A stunning girl magically sat on the top of the mountain.
She has blond hair and gold jewelry is shining with gold.
She sang while combing her hair with a gold comb.
That piece of music is very beautiful and touching.
The boatman's hook on the boat caused countless sorrows.
He didn't look at the rocks in front of him. He only looks up to the heights.
I think both the boat and the boatman died in the waves.
This is caused by Lorelei banshee with her singing.
Athens maiden
Author: Byron (UK)
Maiden of Athens, give me my heart back before we leave.
Or since you have separated from me, keep it and take the rest.
Please listen to my parting oath. You are my life and I love you.
I want to snuggle up to my loose curly hair and chase every Aegean wind.
I want to snuggle up to those eyelash-like eyes and kiss the pink on your cheek.
I will snuggle in those deer-like eyes and swear that you are my life and I love you.
There are also red lips and a light and tight waist that I have long wanted to taste.
I want to snuggle up in those promised flowers, more than all words.
I want to say that you are my life and I love you.
Maiden of Athens, we broke up. Think of me when you are lonely.
Although I ran to Istanbul, Athens captured my heart and soul.
Can I not love you? No, you are my life. I love you.
Maowu
Author: Andersen (Denmark)
There is a lonely hut washed by the waves on the beach.
Looking around, there is not a tree.
Only the sky and the sea, only cliffs and cliffs.
There is the greatest happiness here because there are lovers living together.
There is no gold or silver in the hut, but there are a pair of dear people.
Always staring at each other, how deeply you love each other.
This hut is small and shabby. How lonely it is to stand on the shore.
But there is the greatest happiness, because there is a lover's company.
Indian serenade
Author: Shelley (UK)
In the first sweet sleep at night, I got up from my dream of you and went to the ground.
The breezy night wind gently blows the bright stars and gives off dazzling light.
I got up from dreaming of you and went down to the ground. The fairy attached to my feet.
It took me to your screen window. Oh, honey, that's incredible.
Wandering music is tired and lost in the dark and silent Qingxi.
The fragrance of Jinxiang wood disappeared, just like the sweet feeling in a dream.
The nightingale's cry of blood has died in her heart.
My life will stop in your heart, because oh, I only love you.
Oh, please help me leave the green grass. I'm dying, unconscious and weak.
Let your love fall in the dense kissing rain on my pale lips and eyelids.
My cheeks are cold and dull, and my heart sounds are beating heavily and rapidly.
Oh, please hold it tightly to your chest again, and it will eventually break in your heart.
I loved you.
Author: Pushkin (Russia)
I loved you.
Love may be in my heart.
It is not completely extinct.
I hope I won't bother you again.
I don't want to upset you any more.
I used to be reticent.
Desperately in love with you
I put up with shyness
Endure the torment of jealousy
I used to be so sincere
Love you so tenderly
God bless you.
Another person will love you as much as I do.
To Kane
Author: Pushkin (Russia)
I remember the beautiful moment when you appeared in front of me.
Like a flash in the pan, like a pure and beautiful elf
In that hopeless and sad torture, in that noisy and flashy life.
Your gentle voice echoed in my ears for a long time.
I still see your lovely image in my sleep.
Many years have passed, and the stormy changes have dispelled past dreams.
So I forgot your gentle voice and your fairy image.
In the hinterland, in the dark life of imprisonment, my days passed quietly.
No lovers, no poetry inspiration, no tears, no life, no love.
Now my mind has begun to wake up, and you have reappeared in front of me.
Like a flash in the pan, like a pure and beautiful elf
My heart jumped in ecstasy, and everything in my heart woke up again.
People who fall in love are inspired by poetry, life, tears and love.
All is silent at the moment.
Author: Peterak (Italian)
At this moment, all is silent and calm.
Birds and animals are sleeping soundly.
Starry sky arrival,
The sea lay quietly, without a trace.
I watch, think, burn, cry,
Those who ruined me are always in front of me, giving me sweet sadness;
Fighting is my duty, and I am angry and heartbroken.
Only by thinking of her can I get some comfort in my heart.
I come from a cool and energetic place.
Absorb nutrients, there is sweetness in life,
Only slender hands can heal me and go deep into my heart.
I am in pain, I can't reach the other side;
Die a thousand times a day and be born a thousand times.
I am still far from happiness.
Listen carefully like this
Author: Zvetayeva (Russia)
Listen carefully like this, like an estuary.
Listen to your source.
Smell deeply like this. Smell a flower.
Xiaohua. Until the perception disappears.
Like this, in the blue air
Dissolved in bottomless desires.
Like this, on the blue sheets.
The child looked at the distance of memory.
Like this. A lotus-like teenager.
Quietly experience the hot spring.
..... like this, fall in love.
That's it, rolling in the deep.
I like your silence.
Author: Nie Luda (Spanish)
I like your silence, as if you had left,
You listen to me from a distance, my voice can't touch you.
It seems that your eyes have flown away.
It seems to match your mouth.
It seems that everything fills my heart.
You emerged from it and filled my heart.
Butterfly in my dream, you are like my heart,
Like melancholy and light.
I like your silence, as if you were far away.
It seems that you are lamenting that butterflies are cooing like pigeons.
You listen to me from a distance, and my voice can't reach you;
Let me be quiet in your silence.
Let me speak to your silence,
Silence is as bright as a lamp and as simple as a ring.
With peace and stars, you are like the night.
Your silence is a star, but it is straightforward from a distance.
I like your silence: as if you had left,
Far away and full of sadness, as if you had passed away.
A word and a smile are enough.
I am happy, not really happy.
Ever since I put my lips ...
Author: Hugo (France)
Ever since I put my lips in your ever-overflowing bottle,
Ever since I put my pale forehead near your palm,
Because sometimes I breathe the gentle breath of your soul,
A fragrance buried in the shadow;
Because I hear you sometimes,
Hearing your mysterious voice while walking;
Ever since I saw you cry, ever since I saw you smile,
My mouth is facing your mouth and my eyes are facing your eyes:
Now I see your star shining on my head,
Hey! Can always hide, for no reason;
Ever since I saw a flower on your tree of years,
Falling, falling into the waves of my life;
Now I can tell the fleeting Shaoguang:
-Fade away, fade away! I will always be young!
You disappear with your gaunt flowers,
There is a flower in my heart that no one can pick!
My jade pot to quench my thirst is full,
Your wings fly by, you can't splash any nectar.
Your ashes are far from enough to put out my spiritual fire!
Your forgetting is far from enough to devour my love!
If you remember, you will forget.
Author: Dickinson (USA)
If you remember, you will forget.
I'll never remember,
If forgetting is memory.
How close I am to forgetting.
I wander alone, like a cloud.
Author: Wordsworth (UK)
I wander alone, like a cloud.
Floating on hills and valleys,
Suddenly I saw a group of people.
Golden daffodils bloom in spring,
In the shade, by the lake,
Dance in the breeze.
Continuous, like bright stars,
Shining in the milky way,
They walked along the edge of the lake bay
Extend into an endless line;
I saw 10 thousand flowers at a glance,
The ups and downs in dance.
The sparkling waves are dancing,
The joy of daffodils is better than water waves;
With such a happy partner,
How can a poet be dissatisfied with his happiness!
I stared at it for a long time, but I just couldn't imagine it.
How much wealth has this miracle given me?
Every time I lie awake in bed,
Either my mind is empty, or I meditate silently,
They often flash in my mind,
That is the happiness in loneliness;
So my heart is full of happiness,
Dancing with daffodils.