Reading and Appreciation of English Poetry in Summer Part I
Smell of summer
The wind flows at my feet.
Makes me long for the taste of summer.
I seriously love your smile.
When autumn comes, the leaves are falling
No one can know my sadness.
Without you, I think I have nothing.
The wind blew into my clothes.
My bag is full of loneliness.
I like your smell very much
It bothers me to miss you
I think you know the taste of summer.
I'll never forget that smell.
Please give me the clearest signal.
Then I'll go and leave you alone.
Holding you is more useful
I will never forget your kindness.
The mat was wet with my tears, and I endured the pain
Loneliness at night
You are in the castle and I live in the dungeon.
Reading and Appreciation of English Poetry in Summer Part II
Can I compare you to a summer day?
William Shakespeare
Can I compare you to a summer day?
You are cuter and gentler;
The wind shook the lovely buds of May,
The lease in summer is too short;
Sometimes the eye of heaven shines too hot,
His golden complexion often darkens;
Every market sometimes declines,
The process of accidental or natural change has not been broken;
But your eternal summer will not die,
Nor will you lose the beauty you know;
Death will not boast that you wander in his shadow,
When you grow up in eternal lines:
As long as human beings can breathe and see,
This is eternal, which gives you life.
Shakespeare's Sonnets 18
? Translated by Liang Shiqiu
I can compare you to summer.
You are cuter and gentler than summer;
Strong winds will blow the buds of May to the ground,
Summer is too short to rush by;
Sometimes the sun is too hot,
Often darkens his golden face;
Good things are bound to fall,
Occasionally, or as nature changes.
But your eternal summer will not fade;
You won't lose your handsome appearance;
Death cannot boast that you are walking in his shadow,
If you gain eternal life in this immortal poem;
As long as people can breathe and see with their eyes,
This poem will last forever and make you immortal.
Reading and Appreciation of Summer English Poetry Part III
May I be your summer.
If I can be your summer
? Emily Dickinson (translated by Fang)
? Emily. Dickinson (translated by Fang)
May I be your summer,
If I can be your summer,
When summer flies!
When summer is gone,
Your music is still the same, when Whipwell,
I still keep your music in my ear!
And orioles? It's over.
When the nightingale and the oriole finished singing,
For your bloom, I will jump over the grave,
Bloom for you, I jump out of that cemetery!
Line up my flowers!
My flowers are arranged in thousands of rows!
Please gather me? Anemone? ,
Can you take me there? Your silver lotus fragrance?
Your flowers? Forever!
Your flowers? Bloom for you forever!