Joy doesn't come often. How many days and nights have we spent without joy? I am still fighting for the return of the happy elves, and the happy elves with freedom will certainly laugh at my pain. Oh, happy spirit, you forget these people who need you. Sadness will disturb you. Let me sing a sad song into a happy song. You come for joy, not pity. Let pity cut off your wings and you will be with us. I love what you love, happy elf! All the natural beauty that has not been destroyed by human suffering, you have what I pursue and love. I love you, happy spirit, and my heart will be your home again. Happy soul!
The new green earth is clothed with new clothes,
And starry nights;
Autumn evenings and mornings.
When the golden fog was born.
I like snow and all forms.
Radiant frost;
I like waves, winds and storms.
Almost everything
This is natural, it may be
Not polluted by human suffering.
I like quiet solitude,
Such a society
Because it is quiet, wise and good;
Between you and me.
What is the difference? But you do have
The things I pursue, not the things I don't love.
I love love-although he has wings,
Just as light can escape,
But most importantly,
Soul, I love you-
You are love and life! Oh, come on!
Let my heart be your home again! You don't come often, you don't come often,
Happy spirit!
Why are you so far away from me?
So many days and nights?
Since you left.
How many tired days and nights have I spent.
How can there be someone like me?
Want to win your reward?
You are happy and free.
Laugh at pain.
Fake elf! You forgot
These people who need you.
Like a trembling leaf
Lizards in the shadows,
Sadness shocks you;
Even a sad sigh
Blame you, because you are far away,
You can't punish sighing.
Make me happy.
Sing my sad songs; -
You won't come for pity anymore,
But to be happy;
Then compassion will be cut off.
These cruel wings, you will stay.
I like what you like,
Happy elves!
New leaves decorate the fresh earth,
Stars at night;
Golden mist in autumn
Ran Ran rises in the evening and early morning.
I like snow and change.
Glittering frost;
I like waves, strong winds and heavy rain.
Almost none.
Be defiled by human suffering
Natural beauty.
I like living alone,
Such a society
Quiet, wise and beautiful:
What is between you and me?
The difference? You do.
What I pursue and love.
I advocate love-although love has wings,
Can escape like light,
But most importantly,
I love you, elf-
You are love and life! Oh, come on!
Let my heart be your home again! Percy bysshe shelley is one of the most talented lyric poets in the history of English literature. William wordsworth once called him one of the best artists among all of us, while Byron also called him the best and most unselfish person I know, even known as a poet among poets. He has a wide range of knowledge all his life. He is not only a Platonist, but also a great idealist. The poems created are lively and positive.