A classic and beautiful English poem: The crimson petals that are sleeping now come from Alfred Tennyson's Princess. The crimson petals are sleeping, Alfred? Tennyson
Now sleeping is crimson petals, and now it is white;
The crimson petals fell asleep and then turned white.
Or shake cypress trees on the palace road
Cypress didn't dance on the palace road.
The golden fin in the porphyry font doesn't blink;
Goldfish are no longer obsessed with the porphyry bowl.
Fireflies wake up: Please wake up with me.
Fireflies wake up: wake up you and me.
Now the ivory peacock hangs like a ghost.
The ivory peacock is ghostly depressed.
She flashed at me like a ghost.
She flashed at me like a ghost again
Now the earth is facing the stars.
The starry sky hangs over the earth, as quiet as Shen Jianing.
Your heart is open to me.
Your heart is completely open to me.
Now silent meteors slide by,
The meteor passed quietly, leaving a trail.
Leave a shiny wrinkle, just like your thoughts in my heart.
Bright traces are still like the thoughts you left me.
Now fold all the sweetness of lily.
Lily collected all her scents.
Slip into the lake
Sneak into the center of the lake
So put yourself away, my dearest, you,
My love, you can also fold yourself up like this.
Slip into my arms and get lost in me
Sneak into my heart and get lost.
A classic and beautiful English poem: Romeo and Juliet: Act V, Scene III by william shakespeare. Oh, my love! My wife!
Death sucks the honey you breathe.
It has no influence on your beauty yet.
You have not been conquered.
Your lips and cheeks are still red.
The pale flag of death did not advance there.
Tybalt, are you lying in a bloody sheet?
Well, what else can I do for you,
Than use the hand that cuts your youth in half.
Is that your enemy who broke him?
Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,
Why are you still so beautiful?
Should I believe that the death of nothingness is sentimental,
That thin, disgusting monster asked you to be his lover in the dark?
Because of fear, I will still be with you;
Never leave this dark palace again;
Here, I will stay with your maid bug;
Ah, I will sleep here,
Get rid of the bondage of the star of doom from this world-weary body.
Eyes, look at you for the last time!
Arms, one last hug! Lips,
Ah, the door of breathing is closed with the kiss of justice.
Eternal deal with absorbed death!
Come on, painful behavior, come on, nasty guide!
You desperate pilot,
Now run on the rocks at once, your tired barking of seasickness!
To my love!
Let me put it this way, Simon Armitage. Let me put it this way:
If you put your sleeping head on my arm or sleeve,
If my arm is broken, or if I have to leave at midnight,
I'd rather split it from the seam.
Than make a scene or bring you here.
Okay, how does that sound?
So we don't go to Byron anymore. We don't go to Byron together anymore.
So we stopped wandering.
Well, we don't roam together anymore,
It's so late,
Kill this deep night,
Although the heart still loves,
Although this heart is still infatuated,
The moon is still bright.
Although the moonlight is still so bright.
Because the sword has worn through its sheath,
Because the sword will wear out the scabbard,
The soul wears out the chest,
The soul also grinds its chest hard enough,
The heart must stop breathing,
This heart must stop breathing,
Love itself has a rest.
Love needs rest.
Although it is born to love at night,
Although the night is for love,
The day passes too fast,
Soon, it's daylight again,
However, we won't wander any more.
We no longer walk together.
By moonlight.
In this moonlit world
Classic and beautiful English poem: He won't stay for me. Who can doubt it? If he doesn't wait for me, who can question him? Al houseman.
He won't stay for me. Who will doubt it?
He won't wait for me. Who can question him?
He won't stay and let me stand and stare.
He stopped staring at me.
I held his hand and tore my heart out,
I shook hands with him to say goodbye, but my heart was torn apart.
I spent half my life on my way.
With it, I left half my life.