About English poetry 1 is like a summer flower.
I heard echoes, from the valley and the heart.
Open to the lonely soul reaping with sickle.
Repeat loudly, and repeat happiness.
Finally swaying in the desert oasis
I believe I am.
Born as a bright summer flower
Don't wither the undefeated fiery demon rule
Heart rate and breathing to bear this burdensome load
Boring
I hear echoes, from the valley and the heart.
Harvesting an empty soul with a lonely sickle
Repeated refusal, repeated happiness.
There are swaying oases in the desert.
I believe in myself.
Born like bright summer flowers
Without fear, the devil is like fire.
Bear the burden of heartbeat and breathing.
Enjoy it forever
I heard music, from the moon and the corpse.
Assist the bait of extreme aestheticism to capture the mystery
Full of intense life, but also full of purity.
There are always memories on the whole earth.
I believe I am.
Died of the quiet beauty of autumn leaves
Sheng is not chaos, smoke gestures way
Even Wilt proudly kept the muscles of the bone Qing Feng.
mysterious
I hear music, from moonlight and body.
Assist extreme bait to capture ethereal beauty.
Life is full of intense and naive.
There are always memories throughout the world.
I believe in myself.
Death is like a beautiful autumn leaf.
Don't be full of confusion and gestures.
Even if it withers, it will retain the pride of plump muscles and clear bones.
Extremely mysterious and profound
I hear love, I believe in love.
Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae.
Like a bleak micro-explosive wind
Flowing through my veins
Years in faith
I hear love, and I believe in love.
Love is a struggling blue-green algae.
Like a sad wind
Through my bleeding veins
Belief in the garrison years
I believe everyone can hear you.
Even a premonition of separation, I met another self.
Some can't grasp the opportunity.
Walking east and west, leaving Gu, the dead will never come back.
Look, the hairpin flowers on my head are blooming all the way.
Often miss some, but also deeply touched by the wind, frost, snow or rain.
I believe I can hear everything.
Even foresee separation and meet another self.
And some moments are impossible to grasp.
No matter east or west, what is lost will never come back.
Look at my hairpins, they are blooming all the way.
I missed some frequently and was deeply moved by wind, frost, rain and snow.
Prajna paramita, coming right away
Life is like a summer flower and death is like an autumn leaf
What do you care about having?
Prajna paramita, let me know.
Life is like summer flowers and death is like autumn leaves.
What do you care about having?
About English Poetry 2 Self-confidence can solve everything easily.
Feel successful in dark times.
Listen to what your critics say about you.
Actively deal with negative situations.
Come back after failure.
Give priority to your possibility.
Explore new areas.
Exchange anxiety for peace.
Face the future bravely.
Relax under pressure.
The art of belief practice creating positive choices instead of negative assumptions.
Faith is not a contradiction in reality, but the courage to face reality with hope.
Feel success in the dark.
Listen to other people's criticism.
Respond positively in a negative situation.
If you fail, get up again
Optimize and deal with various possible problems.
Dare to try new fields.
Don't worry, stay calm.
Face the future fearlessly. Beauty in the big exam
Relax under pressure.
Self-confidence is an art, keep practicing, create positive methods and deal with negative thoughts.
Self-confidence is not denying reality, but the courage to face reality with hope.
About English Poetry 3 A coat
Author: William Butler Yeats
I turned my song into a coat.
Covered with embroidery
From ancient myths
From heel to throat;
But those fools caught it,
Wear it in the eyes of the whole world
It seems that they have finished it.
Song, let them have it,
Because there are more enterprises here.
Walking naked.
overcoat
William? Butler? Ye Zhi (and)
I use ancient myths as material,
Sew a coat for my song,
Covered with embroidery,
Layers of secrets, from head to toe;
But stupid people took it away,
Put it on and show it off in front of the world.
It seems that they knitted it themselves.
Let them take it,
Song, it's better to be naked,
Because walking naked,
Need more courage.