Goethe? [Germany]
You quietly shine again,
Full of valleys and jungles,
My whole heart once again
Completely eliminate troubles.
You gently send your eyes,
Shining on my garden,
Like the kind eyes of a bosom friend,
Look at my fate.
It's still in my chest
The echoes of sadness and happiness,
Now I'm just a shadow,
Wandering between sorrow and joy.
Flow, flow, lovely stream!
I won't have any more happiness,
Jokes, kisses and the truth,
It's all gone.
But I used to have it.
Very precious treasure!
I will never forget,
This is really an annoyance!
Stream, don't stop, don't stop,
Walk along the valley,
In tune with my song,
Let's gurgle,
No matter on a winter night, when you
At high tide,
Or the tender grass around Fangchun.
When it flows.
Who can give up the idea of hatred,
Avoid the world,
Holding a close friend in my arms,
Sharing things that no one knows,
Fun that people never dreamed of,
On a night like this,
Wandering in the maze of heart music,
That's endless happiness.
"When you are old"
? William Butler Yeats [Love]
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the heavy shadows of their past;
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
I hung my head, by the red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars.
To Kane
Pushkin [Russia]
I remember that wonderful moment;
You appeared in front of me,
Like a flash in the pan,
Like a pure and beautiful elf.
In the torment of despair and sadness,
In the confusion of noise and hallucinations,
Your gentle voice echoed in my ear for a long time,
I still see your lovely face in my sleep.
Many years have passed. Fanatical passion
Dispel past dreams,
So I forgot your gentle voice,
And your angelic face.
In the backcountry, in the dark life of imprisonment,
My years passed quietly,
No divinity, no inspiration,
No tears, no life, no love.
Now the soul has begun to awaken:
So you showed up in front of me,
Like a flash in the pan,
Like a pure and beautiful elf.
My heart is beating with ecstasy,
For it, everything woke up again,
With divinity and inspiration,
With life, tears and love.
This is my own collection, I hope I can help you.