Yellow water lilies float on the blue lake in the forest; There are white waves on the lake, gently rocking a boat.
I walked along the lake, as if listening, as if expecting. She rose from the reeds and landed gently in my arms. Let's jump on the boat. In the agitation of the lake, let me let go of the rudder and throw down the paddle.
In the soft moonlight, let our hearts be intoxicated and drift with the waves, let the breeze rustle in the reeds, and let the blue water ripple in the lake!
But she didn't come ... I was alone by this blue lake full of water lilies, sighing in vain.
She walks in beautiful light and shadow Byron (England)
She walks in beautiful light and shadow, like a cloudless night sky, with stars shining; The most beautiful light and dark forms meet in her face and eyes, and merge into a calm and clear light-the kind of elegance that can't be obtained in rich days.
One more shadow and one less ray of light will destroy the indescribable beauty: beauty floats on her locks of black hair and shines softly on her cheeks; The idea of happiness is to celebrate the purity and nobility of this sacred apartment.
That cheek, that brow, is quiet, but affection is better than a thousand words; Charming smile, burning blush, showing warmth, sending a year of fragrance; Peaceful and inclusive soul! Have a truly pure heart of love!
Think of Byron (England) who broke up with us before.
Thinking of the past when we broke up, we cried silently, feeling separated for many years, and couldn't help but feel sad; Your face is cold and white, and your kiss is more like cold ice. Oh, that moment was a harbinger of my sadness today.
The cold dew in the morning condensed and cooled my forehead, which seemed to be a warning to me at this moment. Your vows are all broken, and your behavior is so frivolous: I feel humiliated when people mention your name. They talk about you in front of me, which sounds like a death knell; I'm shaking all over-why do I feel so attached to you? No one knows that I know you very well. Oh, I know you too well-I will regret it for a long time. This depth is hard to be humane.
You and I met in secret, and I was silently sad. You cheated me, and your heart was finally forgotten. How can I greet you if we meet again after many years? I can only be silent with tears.
Beautiful moment Bitrak (Italy)
Beautiful year, beautiful January, beautiful hour, beautiful season, beautiful moment, beautiful time, in a beautiful place, in this pleasant village, when I met her eyes, I had to give in easily.
Cupid's golden arrow hit my heart, it penetrated my heart deeply, and I tasted this first love. Fall into a painful and sweet love.
A beautiful voice from the heart keeps calling his wife's name, sighing, weeping and longing.
I praised her with the best feelings, only for her, not for anyone, I wrote such a beautiful poem.
Do you remember? Storm (German)
Do you still remember that every spring night, we look down at the garden through the window lattice, where the fragrance of winter jasmine and lilac flowers mysteriously floats in the night? The starry sky overhead is so vast, and you are so young:-Time flies secretly. How silent the night is! The singing of thousands of birds obviously came from the seaside; Our eyes crossed the treetops and silently looked at the hazy countryside. It's spring all around us now, but we no longer have a hometown.
Now I often stay up late to listen. Listen to whether the night wind is still blowing to my hometown. Whoever gets married in his hometown will never wander in a foreign land again. His eyes are always in his hometown: there is only a little comfort-we are still holding hands.
Recite Goethe to the Moon (Germany)
You have trapped the whole Jennie Wang in the still mist again, and my soul has completely dissolved; I have been looking forward to my countryside, like a bosom friend's eyes. My heart often vibrates with the echo of sadness and joy. Wandering between pain and happiness when no one is around. Come on, lovely river! I will never be happy again: vows, hugs and songs all flow like this. I once owned this rare treasure! It fills you with worries and will never forget your feelings! Sing, the river along the valley is not calm, sing, please sing softly for my song! Let your waves rise angrily on a cold winter night, or urge buds to bloom in a sunny spring. Happiness, who can stay away from the world without hatred and share it with a bosom friend. What people can't guess and think of-wandering in the maze in their chests at night.
Beauty in the Gallery * * mccaig (Scottish)
There is a still life painting with vegetables. You look at it quietly.
The colors in that still life painting tremble because of their own intensity. What can they do without light?
Stranger, I like you to stand quietly in the intensity of the light you carry.
Ximenes between you and me (Spanish)
Between you and me, love is so light, calm and pure, like transparent air, like clear running water, rushing between that day last month and the moon in the water.
Monologue Paz (Mexico)
Under the bare colonnade, your reddish long hair is summer lightning, which fluctuates on the back of the night with sweet and violent power.
In the dream, dark water runs among the ruins, and you are formed from nothingness: the braid of pain has been forgotten. On the wet coast at night, Chen Zhe slapped the sleepwalking ocean and saw nothing.
My heart and everything to me Camons (Portuguese)
I want you to take my heart and everything with me, but please leave me a pair of eyes so that I can see you.
There's nothing in me that you can't conquer. You took its life, so you also took its death. If I have anything to lose, I hope you can take me with you, just leave me a pair of eyes so that I can see you.
Kane Pushkin (Russia)
I remember that wonderful moment: you appeared in front of me, like a fleeting illusion, like a pure and beautiful spirit.
In the torment of despair and sadness, in the confusion of noise and illusion, your gentle voice echoed in my ears for a long time, and I can still see your lovely face in my sleep.
Many years have passed. Violent passion dispelled past dreams, so I forgot your gentle voice and your angelic face.
In the hinterland, in the dark life of imprisonment, my years just passed quietly, without vision, inspiration, tears, life and love.
Now the soul has begun to awaken: so you appeared in front of me, like a fleeting illusion, like a pure and beautiful spirit.
My heart is beating with ecstasy, and everything wakes up for it. I have desire, inspiration, life, tears and love.
Xiaoqu Heine (Germany)
Happy boundless * *, how beautiful and pure you are, I am willing to give my life for you.
Your sweet eyes twinkle like the moon; Your rosy face reveals the red light of roses.
Pearls shine from your little mouth; And the most beautiful gem is hidden in your * *.
Happy girl, I want to see your beautiful image for the first time in the past. In my heart, I feel that the deer hit it, which may be a kind of love.
Hugo Serenade (France)
After dusk, when you sang softly in my arms, did you ever hear my heart beating gently? This soft song aroused all my old happiness. Ah! Sing, sing, dear, sing forever;
Your smile is like a budding flower of love, and all my troubles disappear with it. A pure smile is like your loyal heart. Ah! Laugh, laugh, dear, laugh heartily;
Just as you were sleeping quietly beside me, it was as if you were whispering. You are so quiet and beautiful in your sleep. Ah! Sleep, sleep, honey, sleep quietly.
In Aleixandre Garden (Spanish)
How sweet it is to know that she is never angry!
Live happily by her side. Never seen a black storm in the west pass over her face. At most: a wisp of melancholy. "Look, bird!" Either: "Branches …" or: "What's flashing? ..... "Yes, the wind is blowing, affectionate and fragrant. She can enjoy the flowers in the garden. Tall maple: rich and elegant, spring rippling. Sometimes she is beside the tree, graceful and charming and fragrant. Fairy posture gas field, killing time.
Sometimes she is in the garden, covered with morning glow, full of passion, shining in the hot sun, her blonde hair shining ... but I see her color, she is walking on the path, and roses are in full bloom in front of her.
My heart suddenly filled with melancholy. Roses. Love. Petals. Fang Qun's engrossed face is always bathed in flowers, full of fragrance! Youth time!
Forever young morning hangs over her beautiful image. Thin dress, transparent and fiery red. I was so single-minded, I couldn't take my eyes off her, I didn't realize that her slightly exposed body blew gently. Dianthus flourishes, violets are light, and there are nameless flowers overflowing with fragrance under their feet.
In the sunshine, her slim body and shy face, in a twinkling, she looked at me, conveying mysterious and incredible love. I immediately opened my throat and called her, calling her name with a heartfelt voice. She is getting closer and closer, within reach, touching and sincere in voice. Very bright and charming, she sent me a bunch of flowers. She is here at this moment: with her fragrance, wet hands and her burning passion.
To Clemot Wei Erlun (France)
Mysterious boat songs, silent heart songs, dear, since your eyes are as blue as the sky,
Since your voice is like a strange ghost that disturbs my mind and drives it crazy,
Since your heart is white and fragrant, since your breath is pure and pure,
Ah, since your whole body is like touching music, like the light wheel, tone and fragrance of the past years,
The gentle rhythm connects heart to heart, sensing my sensitive heart. I hope this is true!
My love is not a nightingale. I wake up in the morning greeting and sing a wonderful song in the land that is prosperous because of the kiss of the sun.
My love is not a lovely garden. There is a white dove floating on the quiet lake, nodding to the moonlight reflected in the water.
My love is not a happy home, like a garden, full of peace and happiness, living like a mother and giving birth to a fairy: beautiful joy.
My love is a desolate forest; Among them, jealousy is like a robber, holding a sword in his hand: despair, every stab is a cruel death.
Closely integrated with Baboro (Uruguay)
I grew up for you. Put me down, my acacia needs your attention.
I grow into a flower for you. Cut me off, I don't know if this lily is in bud or has grown into a flower.
I'm Ranbo, and I'm doing it for you. Drink me, even the crystal is jealous of my clear water.
I grew wings for you. Chase me, I am a moth flying around your passion.
I'm willing to suffer for you. Your love hurts me and makes me sweet! Axes and hunting nets also make me happy, so do scissors and thirst!
Give you all my blood, my love. This blood clot condenses into a bright red scar, and no button is as beautiful as it. What jewelry can be more beautiful than it?
I pinned seven bone spurs in my hair instead of crystal hair clips. My ears used red-hot fireballs instead of agate earrings.
Look at me in such pain, you are laughing.
You will suffer, and then you will no longer be my sweetheart!
I wish I were your summer Dickinson (America)
I hope I am your summer, when summer flies! I am still the music in your ear, when nightingales and orioles are tired.
Bloom for you, escape from the cemetery, and let my flowers bloom in rows! Please choose me, the peony in autumn-your flower-will always be yours!
I just smiled and said goodbye to Jane Denean Shah (Nepalese).
I just smiled and said goodbye to you, but turned around and was busy wiping away the tears that were dripping quietly. When you just left me, I calculated your return date in a hurry.
Although I have only been away for two days, I am so upset and agitated, as if I have forgotten something, as if I have missed something, as if I were in a noisy crowd, as if I were in a desert, as if the moon abandoned the stars and hid herself.
Every moment of these two days and nights is so annoying, even the time is exhausted, and the original wonderful singing is so annoying, just like the flowers wither and only the thorny branches are left.
We will not say goodbye to Akhmatova.
We won't say goodbye, we will walk side by side. It's dusk, you meditate and I'm silent.
The two of us walked into the church and saw prayer, baptism, marriage,
We walked out without looking at each other ... why didn't we do this?
The two of us came to the cemetery, sat in the snow and sighed softly. You drew the palace with a stick, and we will live there forever.
I once loved you Pushkin (Russia)
I once loved you: love, perhaps in my heart has not completely died; I hope I won't bother you again; I don't want to upset you any more. I once loved you silently and hopelessly. I endure shyness and jealousy. I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly. May God bless you, and another person will love you as much as I do.
Baudelaire balcony (France)
My mother in memory, my lover among lovers, all my happiness, all my happiness.
Respect! You, have you ever remembered the tenderness of caress, the warmth of fireside, the charm of dusk, the mother in my memory, the lover among lovers!
On those nights, there was burning coal, dusk on the balcony and rose. How warm your heart is and how good your heart is! We often talk about immortal things. In those nights, there was burning coal.
How beautiful the sunshine is in the warm dusk! How deep the universe is and how strong the mind is! I worship the queen. When I bend over to you, I seem to smell the fragrance of your blood. How beautiful the sunshine is in the warm dusk! The night is getting darker, as if the partition wall is slowly closing. In the dark, my eyes guess your eyes. I sip your breath, honey and poison! Your feet fell asleep in my friendly hands. The night is getting thicker, as if the partition wall is slowly closed.
I know how to recall happy moments, curled up in your lap, and I relived the past. Because, besides your warm heart and lovely body, where can you find your tired beauty? I know how to recall happy times.
Can those vows, fragrance and endless kisses be revived in the abyss, just like the sun bathing in the deep sea and regaining its youth? Those vows, fragrance, endless kisses.
Episode The End of Hardy (UK)
We will never be immersed in this bittersweet past time again; Dear, the aperture of love is between you and me.
I can't find the place where we were closely related at the beginning. At that time, the place where we fell in love was empty.
Those flowers and fragrant air, will they think of our arrival at this time? Will those nocturnal birds scream and find out that we used to wander here?
Although we had a fanatical oath, although we had unforgettable joy, but after the limit of carnival, suffering is judged today.
Deep trauma; No * *: laughing my throat; But stubbornly endure; This road of love is harder than a hard stone.
Spring-Dedicated to Ms. Jimenez (Spanish)
Roses give off the most refreshing fragrance, and the purest light of stars keeps flashing. The nightingale sang a beautiful night with the deepest cry.
The fragrance stung my body, the cold stars in the sky darkened my forehead, and the crisp praise of the nightingale reminded me of my unfortunate fate.
This is not the strange melancholy of the past. Although it invaded my heart in those days, it tasted sweeter than honey. ...
I hope you can make roses make me happy, let the stars make my poems full of passion, and let the nightingale sing to please my heart.
Eve's love Milton (England)
I have always forgotten talking to you; Forget the season, and the change of the season; I can't remember; The breath in the morning is the sweetest-how sweet. After a while, the early bird sang for the first time. In the east, the sun rises, giving beautiful rivers and mountains a layer of golden light, and giving flowers, trees and fruits with dew a layer of faint sadness. How lovely; After the gentle shower, the fertile land smells of earth; How beautiful-that night, warmth and gratitude, arrived; Then, the night came quietly, the night bird came, a bright moon rose, accompanied by her entourage-jewel-like stars; However, regardless of the smell in the morning, the first crow of birds was added later; Or the morning sun rises, shining on beautiful rivers and mountains, shining on flowers and fruits-dewdrops are shining; Or the smell of the earth after the rain, that evening, warm and grateful; Silent night, her night bird; Without you, walking in the moonlight or twinkling stars will not be sweet and beautiful.
I remember Ye Saining.
I remember, dear, the flash of your soft hair; Fate has made me leave you, and my heart is heavy and sad.
I remember those autumn nights when the leaves of birch trees rustled; May the days get shorter and the moonlight get longer.
I remember you saying to me, "The good old days are about to be a thing of the past. You will forget me, dear, and pair up with other girlfriends."
Now the bodhi tree has blossomed again, causing infinite melancholy in my heart; How gentle I was then, scattering petals on your curly hair.
Ah, when I love others, my heart won't get cold. It will think of you from others and be as happy as reading a beloved novel.
Sonnets of Love (Excerpt) Nie Luda (Chile)
Dear, I have come back from traveling and sadness, back to your voice, back to your hands dancing on the guitar, back to disturbing the autumn fire with kisses, back to the night spinning around the sky.
I pray for bread and sovereignty for all people in the world, and I pray for fields for workers with unlimited prospects. I hope no one asked me to stop bleeding or sing. However, I can't abandon your love unless death comes.
Just play a waltz and sing this quiet moonlight, a boat song, in the running water of the guitar, until I hang my head and fall asleep:
Because I used my sleepless life to weave a shelter in this bush-your hand stayed and danced, keeping vigil for the sleeping travelers.
Ode to Love (Excerpt) Shakespeare (UK)
If love makes me swear, how can I swear not to love? Ah, all vows are empty words, except the vows to beauty; Although I seem to have broken my word, I will always be sincere to you; All this is as immovable as a tree to me, but it is soft willow branches to you. I want to read it carefully as a book, and study the words in it, which stores all the profound and rare happiness in the world. If learning is very important, the knowledge I require is to know you completely; Without a learned tongue, there can be no ability to praise you; Only stubborn and ignorant people are doomed to be completely indifferent when they see you; I admire you from the bottom of my heart and am extremely proud of it. Your eyes are Zeus' lightning and your voice is his thunder, but if there is no anger in your voice, it is more beautiful than music. However, you are a natural person, and you certainly don't like floating characters in this world. This ordinary word, no matter how beautiful, is not worthy of praising angels.
Wild Rose Goethe (Germany)
Teenagers saw the red roses, the roses on the Yuan Ye, how delicate and charming. They hurried to see it and secretly praised it. Rose, rose, red rose, rose on the vilen.
The boy said, "I'll take you back, rose on the yuan leaf!" " "Rose said," I hurt you so that you will never forget it. I can never promise you. "Rose, rose, red rose, rose on yuan ye.
The rude boy began to pick, vilen picked roses, and the roses stung his hand, lamenting the futility, so he had to let them destroy it. Rose, rose, red rose, rose on the vilen.
Indian Serenade Shelley (UK)
I dreamed of you at midnight, and I woke up from this dream. The wind is breathing quietly and the stars are shining. I dreamed of you at the beginning of midnight, oh, I got up and let go (what elves are at work? ) Take me to your door.
Wandering music is in a coma on the dark and silent water, and the fragrance of Jinxiang wood melts, like a sweet imagination in a dream; The nightingale stopped complaining and complained that she died in her heart; Let me die in your arms, because you are so cute!
Oh, lift me up from the grass! I'm finished! I'm in a coma! Fall! Let your love turn into a kiss and pour it on my eyes and lips. My face is pale and cold, and my heart is beating so eagerly; Oh, press it on your heart, and it will eventually break there.
Haitao Kwazimodo (Italy)
How many nights, I heard the gentle waves of the sea beating against the soft beach, expressing warm whispers.
It's like a kind voice coming from the past years, passing through my memory and sending out lingering echoes.
Like the long, low cry of seagulls; Maybe birds fly to the plain to welcome the charming spring and sing gently.
You and I-in those unforgettable years, with the whispers of the waves, how close we are.
Ah, how I wish the echo of my homesickness, like the gentle waves of the sea in this vast dark night, floated to your side.
Bai Yutang and klopp Stoke (German)
I saw her in the shade of spring, and I tied her with a wild rose belt; She didn't feel anything, so she took a nap there. I looked at her, and my life was tied to hers with this sight; I feel it, but it's confusing.
But I whispered to her silently, and I made the white rose tremble and rustle; So she woke up from her nap.
She looked at me, her life was closely connected with my sight ... and our surroundings became a paradise.
Please say "I love you" again, Mrs. Browning (UK)
Please say it again, say it to me again, even if it is repeated over and over again, you will regard it as a cuckoo song; But please remember, in the green mountains and forests, in the valleys and fields, even if the fresh spring comes in green, it is not perfect, if she lacks the syllables of cuckoo. Love, surrounded by darkness, only heard the voice of fear, in that painful anxiety, I shouted: "Say it again: I love you!" " "No one can have too many stars, even if each one is spinning in space; Too many flowers, even if each one is full of spring? Say you love me, you love me, ring the bell! Just remember that you must love me with your soul, in silence.
My love is like a burning red rose (Scotland)
Oh, my love is like a red rose, blooming in the June wind; Oh, my love is like a sweet tune, playing harmoniously.
My good girl, what a beautiful person! Look at me, what a deep love! Dear, I will always love you, even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the water will kill everyone.
Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble and the sun burns the rocks to ashes, dear, I will love you forever as long as I live.
Take care, my only love, take care, let's leave for the time being, but I must come back, even if it is thousands of miles away!
My Acacia, Camons (Portuguese)
My lovesickness, when can I see you!
Time is so empty, life is so boring, everyone lives like this, only I can't live. Time has passed, but the day when I met you is gone forever.
See if this change has cut off the long yearning in this short life! Even if I get what I want, I will go through all kinds of hardships to see you.
I have experienced the pain of lovesickness, but there is nothing I can do, because I have lit the fire of love. The deeper the pain, the purer my love for you.
My acacia, my lovely creditor, with this full of true feelings, who can I talk to? This is my wish;
I have you by my side day and night.
A premonition of love Borges (Argentina)
Is it the kindness and brilliance on your face that delayed your life like a holiday? Stay in words or peace.
Not as mysterious as such a gift.
I like to watch you sleep in my arms. A catcher? Happiness restored by memory? Br> I will recognize your existence, the last beach.
Maybe it's the first time to see you.
Just like God will see you.
Fiction of destroyed time.
Without love, without me.
I want to be Rapids ... Petofi (Hungarian)
Zheng, with a sweet accent, is grazing on both sides of the river, bravely fighting against the strong wind ... As long as my lover is a bird, nesting and singing in my dense branches. I dare to wander at the bottom of a deep valley and on the thatched roof destroyed by wind and rain ... as long as my lover is a lovely flame, slowly flashing happily in my stove? Br> I would like to be a cloud, a broken gray flag, lazily floating in the vast sky, as long as my lover is a coral-like sunset glow, blooming brilliantly beside my pale face.
Here-Shelley (UK)
There is a word that is often abused, and I don't want to abuse it again; There is a feeling that is not valued, how can we despise it again? There is a kind of hope that is too much like despair, and prudence cannot crush it; Just asking for your heartfelt pity is extremely precious to me.
What I offer can't be called love, but worship, and even God is willing to look down upon it. I don't know. You should be a stranger, right? It's like a moth longing for the starry sky and the night wanting to embrace the dawn. How can we not let the sad world fall in love with distant things?
When you are old, Ye Zhi (Irish)
When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the tenderness of your past eyes and their heavy shadows; How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. He hung his head and whispered sadly about the disappearance of love by the red fire. On the mountain overhead, he walked slowly, hiding his face among a group of stars.