English Landscape Poems Part I
Scenic route
scenery
Lucy calls them "haunted houses"
Call them? Haunted house? Lucy
Someone always leaves the scenic route.
Never come back.
The cabin waited like an old woman.
Along this road; They are everywhere,
Abandoned, tilted, turned gray.
People always leave,
Never come back.
The log cabin is like an old lady,
Wait on this side of the road; They can be seen everywhere,
Abandoned, tilted, and gradually decayed.
There's always a deal
Lonely beauty
Hemlock and rocky lakeshore
In order to survive, he packed up his life.
Drove to the city.
In the yard, apple trees
Hang in there, but the fruit
It's getting smaller every year.
Some people always make a living.
Give up hemlock and stone lakeshore.
That lonely beauty,
Pack the luggage of your life.
Drive to the city.
Apple trees in the yard
There is always a result, just fruit.
It's getting smaller every year.
When we go this way again,
Trees will become wild,
The house collapsed, not even worth it.
The act of human intrusion.
Fields will take over.
When we set foot on this road again,
Trees grow wildly,
The house collapsed, not even worth it.
People break into houses.
The domain will take its place.
What will we realize?
It's the wind, the same violent wind,
It has no history.
What we will realize.
This is the wind, the same wild wind,
It has no past.
English Landscape Poems Part II
The beauty of the forest.
The night in the forest is calm and strange,
Silent and strange, in this forest night,
The green dome in Carven is a tree beside the road.
Trees by the roadside, carved green domes,
The infinite shadow island lies quietly in front of me,
The extremely dark island is in front of you,
With the growth of age, summer becomes heavier and heavier, and it leans towards autumn.
Summer is getting heavier and heavier day by day, leaning against autumn.
All the land has matured. No exercise
The earth has matured. Not a ripple.
Along the long blue bay, those cloudy ends.
Along the long blue bay, the cape is gloomy.
Sleep in the afterglow of the sunset;
Sleeping in the fading sunset;
Everything depends on the will to win.
Everything sleeps here, and the will triumphs.
The outline melted into a vague infinity.
Vaguely, it becomes infinite.
Fade, the green melancholy becomes darker, and the dusk becomes deeper:
Dissipate, the blue darkness is deeper and the dusk is heavier;
Listen! A voice and laughter? Life and love
Listen! Laughter and singing? Life and love
Walk along these wonderful avenues like shadows.
Like a shadow, through the wonderful avenue.
English Poetry Describing Scenery Part III
Dreamed of the south bank
Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good,
The scenery used to be familiar.
At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.
In spring, the river is as green as blue.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Dream of the south
Bai Juyi
Tr。 Zhao yanchun
The south is precious to me;
These scenes remain in my memory.
The sun shines on the waves, redder than fire,
Spring water flows, blue as sapphire.
How can I not yearn for the south?