The most classic inspirational English poems-These beautiful things will never die.
These things will never disappear.
[Name] Charles Dickens (English writer)
Charles. bewitched
Pure, bright and beautiful, which shocked our hearts when we were young.
Everything pure, bright and beautiful strongly shakes our young hearts.
Dreams of love and truth; The longing after losing something, the crying of the soul,
Let us dream of love and truth; What you cherish after losing makes your soul cry deeply.
Pursuing better hope? These things will never disappear. Timid hands reach out to help.
Fight for a better dream? These things will never disappear. Give a helping hand shyly.
When a brother is in need, when he is sad and in trouble, a kind word is enough to prove the sincerity of a friend;
When your brother is in need, when he is in pain and difficulty, a kind word is enough to prove the sincerity of a friend;
Pray softly for forgiveness, and when justice approaches,
Pray softly for forgiveness, and when the trial approaches,
How sad is the regretful heart? These things will never die. Don't let anything pass to every hand.
There is a sadness in the heart of regret, and these good things will not die. Pass warmth to the earth,
Must find some work to do; Don't miss the opportunity to awaken love-be firm, upright and loyal;
Do as much as you can; Don't miss the chance to awaken love? Firmness, integrity and loyalty;
Therefore, that light will shine on you forever.
So the light that shines on you from above will not disappear.
The angel's voice says to you. These things will never die.
Will you hear the voice of an angel say? These things will never disappear.
The most classic inspirational English poem II Hope? Emily Bronte
Hope? Emily. Bronte
Hope is just a timid friend;
Hope is just a shy friend,
She sat in a small room without a fence,
She was sitting outside my cell,
Watching my destiny go,
Look on coldly with selfish people.
Even selfish people.
Observe the good and bad of my fate.
Her fear is cruel;
She is so cold because she is timid.
On a tired day, crossing the fence,
On a gloomy day, I crossed the fence,
I looked out and saw her there.
Want to see the face I want,
She turned away!
Only to see her turn her back at once!
Like a false guard, a false watch,
Like a fake guard watching,
Still in conflict, she whispered peace;
Hostility also implies peace;
She will sing when I cry,
When I cried, she sang the lyrics,
If I listen, she will stop.
When I listened, she was silent.
She is hypocritical and heartless;
Her heart is as hard and hypocritical as a stone.
When my last happiness spread all over the earth,
When my last happiness falls everywhere,
Even sad to see, repent,
See this tragic relic scattered everywhere.
Those sad relics are scattered around;
Even? Sad? I'm sorry too;
Hope, whose whisper will give
I hope she can whisper to me.
Soothes all my crazy pain,
Apply ointment to relieve the pain of people suffering from LSD,
Spread her wings and fly to heaven,
But spread your wings and fly to heaven,
Go, never come back!
Never came back, never appeared again.
The most classic and inspiring English poem: The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in the yellow forest,
There are two roads in the yellow forest.
I'm sorry I can't go both.
Unfortunately, I can't participate at the same time.
As a traveler, I stood for a long time.
I stood at that intersection for a long time,
Look down as much as I can.
I looked at a road that I could see,
It bends in the bushes;
Until it disappeared into the jungle.
And took the other one, and to be fair,
But I chose another path,
Maybe there's a better way to put it,
It is barren. Very lonely.
Because it is covered with grass and needs to be worn;
Appear more charming and beautiful:
Although, for the passage there
Although on this road,
Dressed the same,
There are few travelers' footprints.
That morning, both of them were lying down.
The leaves fell to the ground that morning,
There are no black footprints in the leaves.
Neither road is polluted by footprints.
Oh, I saved the first one for the next day!
Ah, leave a way, see you another day!
But knowing how the road leads to the road,
But I know this road has no end,
I doubt whether I will come back.
I'm afraid I can return again.
I will tell it with a sigh.
Maybe in a few years, somewhere,
Somewhere after year:
I will sigh softly and look back:
There are two roads in the Woods, and I,
There are two roads in the forest-
I chose the less traveled one,
I chose the lonely one.
This makes everything different.
From then on, it decided my life path.