Dress in white in spring? The goddess of spring wears simple clothes.
Robert bridges Robert Brad
Spring is a white, milky May crowned; Groups of light, white clouds floating across the sky; White butterflies in the air; White daisy pranks the ground; Cherry and Pak Lei, scatter their snow around.
The goddess of spring is dressed in plain clothes, and the hawthorn corolla is milky white; There are a flock of sheep in the sky and white clouds come and go; Butterflies fly in the air; The court ordered chrysanthemums to decorate the suburbs; Cherry trees and pear trees are in full bloom and there are snowflakes everywhere.
2. The River of Life
Thomas Campbell Thomas Comor
The longer we live, the shorter the stages of life will be; A day in childhood is like a year, and a few years are like centuries. The happy stream of our youth, like a calm river, flows quietly along its grassy border before the passion is disordered.
The older you get, the shorter the years are, and the course of life seems to fly; When I was a child, every day was like a burden, and a burden was like several dynasties. The enthusiasm of youth has not subsided, and it is a fountain of joy.
3. Yellow daffodils sing to daffodils.
Robert Herrick
Beautiful daffodils, we cry for your hasty departure; So far, the rising sun has not reached its noon. Stay, stay until the hurried day has run, but even songs; After praying together, we will go with you.
Beautiful daffodils, withering too fast, we feel sad; Even the morning sun has not risen to the sky. ? Stop, stop, wait for the sun to rush into the dusk; At that time, * * * prayed and wandered on the way home.
4.daffodil daffodil
William Wordsworth
I wandered alone, like a cloud floating on a high valley and hill. Suddenly I saw a group of golden daffodils dancing in the breeze by the lake, under the tree.
A person walked slowly like a cloud, across the valley and across the space. Suddenly, in my glance, under the trees by the lake, golden daffodils were swaying in the mid-frequency of the breeze.
5, a red, red rose, red rose
Robert burns, robert burns
Ah, my love is like a red rose that blooms in early June; Ah, my love is like a beautiful piece of music. You are so beautiful, my beautiful girl. I love you so much: I will love you forever, dear, until the seas run dry.
I love my rose, which blooms in early June. I love my love like an orchestra, and its sound is melodious and exquisite. I like beauty and pearls. I love you forever. I love you forever.
6. People who like rosy cheeks like pink cheeks.
Thomas Carew
People who like rosy cheeks or coral lips envy, or look for fuel from star-like eyes to maintain his flame; Old time makes these rot, so his flame must disappear.
The cheeks are rosy, the lips are coral red, the eyes of the stars are shining, and some people are hot for it; Old age is fading and enthusiasm is drying up.
7. Rose in the Wind in Wild Rose
James Stephens
Swing down, swing up; Dream of life, in the dream, stay away. Roses in the wind are like dreams in sleep; And a fish in the deep sea; A man's idea.
Trembling and stubborn; Sleep life, suppress it. Dreams in dreams, flowers in the wind, roses hanging upside down, life in dreams. There are fish in the water and gentlemen in the heart; Fish can't live without water. You are my heart. Dreams are gone, everything is gone.
8. Trees
Joyce kilmer
I don't think I will ever see a poem as lovely as a tree again. A tree, its hungry mouth is tense on the sweet flowing chest of the earth.
I don't think I will ever see a poem as lovely as a tree again. A tree, its thirsty mouth sucks the dew of the earth.
9. Dana's newspaper
James Stephens Joyce kilmer
The mountains stand tall and stare around. They are too proud to speak. Although they are rooted in the ground, they climb up, one peak after another, and still soar between trees and mountains in front of the tallest house until you think they will never stop climbing, one after another.
The mountains stand tall, the weather is solemn, silent and rooted in the earth, and the negative potential is actually rising. Hong Tao is empty, the peaks are low, beyond the palace, high in the clouds, striving for hegemony, and not thinking about etiquette.
10, winter month, winter month
Evelyn Scott
A white thistle moon blows over the cold cliffs and swamps: a white thistle moon blows over the frozen heather.
The first moon is like a silver ditch, blowing through the ice swamp; If the first moon is white, blowing grass in the cold suburbs.
1 1, Moon and Moon
William Davies William Davies
Your beauty haunts my heart, oh, the beautiful moon, so close and so bright; Your beauty makes me like a child crying loudly for your light: a child who lifts each arm and holds you in his arms to keep warm.
Your beauty has wrapped my heart. Your beautiful moon is so close and bright. Your beauty makes me like a child trying to catch your light and make a louder voice; The child raised each arm and hugged you tightly.
Shepherdess 12
Alice Menel Aris Mena
She is walking-my favorite woman-a shepherd. Her flock is thought. She kept them white; She protected them on the cliff. She feeds them on fragrant heights, and then folds them up to sleep.
She is wandering-my happy girl-shepherdess is herding sheep. Her flocks are thoughts, and she makes them bright; She wouldn't let them near the cliff. She raised them on the fragrant hill and let them rest in the sheepfold. Kindness Mountain reflects the sunshine and the quiet valley. She lingers, and the cleanest stars peep at her soft chest at night.
13, soul
John Gervash
My soul is the sky-my flying soul! The night shines, the thunder rumbles, the sun, the moon and the stars fly, and the wind sweeps across my soul and the sky! My soul in meditation-my soul is the sea!
My soul is space! Electricity is flashing, thunder is exploding, the sun, the moon and the stars are moving, and sometimes a big typhoon is rolled up! My soul is the sea! Serpentine algae surround the cliff, the waves are grounded every day, and the glass is boundless!
14, London Avenue (2 am) London Avenue (2 midnight)
Amy Lowell
They watered the street, which shone in the cold white light, like a slowly flowing river, covered with silver and black stripes. Taxi after taxi drove down. In the meantime, I heard footsteps.
People spilled water on the streets, and the streets sparkled in the light. The cold white light is like a slowly flowing river with silver and black stripes. The carriages came, one after another. There were footsteps in the middle.
Chicago Chicago 15
Carl Sandberg
The world's butchers, tool manufacturers, wheat stackers, railway players and national freight handlers; Storm, hoarse, noisy, big-shouldered city.
Slaughtering pig farms, tool yards, wheat barns all over the world, railway gamers, porters of the national economy, storms, broken sounds, noises and strong shoulders.
They told me that you were evil, and I believed them, because I have seen the woman you painted seduce the farm boy under the gas lamp. They told me that you were dishonest, and I replied, yes, it's true. I saw gunmen kill people, then get away with it and kill people again.
People say you are bad, and I believe you, because I have seen enchanting women seduce young people in the countryside under gas lamps. People tell me that you are not serious, and I want to respond, yes, it is completely true. I saw people with guns kill people without guilt, and then I killed them.
16, tree forest
Nelson antrim Crawford
Love remains the same, although no one loves it. A cold-eyed woman like a statue of poplars strolls in the smooth and attractive green silk. The flawless jade carving of blue spruce is as perfect as you are a small tree. But I love you, Xiaoshu, even though you have no shortcomings.
A group of cold-eyed statues and enchanting green silk clothes in the Poplar Forest are walking on the road. The solemn jade carving of white pine is not as solemn as yours, little white pine, but I love you, little white pine, although you are too solemn.
17, window window
Carl sandburg carl sandburg
The night seen from the train window is a huge, dark and soft thing, which is penetrated by a series of lights.
The night seen in the train window is a big, dark and soft object with striped light on it.
18, at night.
Max Weber. Max Weber
It's getting darker, darker and quieter. Every moment, it's night.
The closer to dusk, the darker and quieter it is, and every moment is like night.
19, magnificent and solemn
Aiye company
Living in seclusion in these severe rocks, a thoughtful prophet, I watched for an hour, close to the earth, lost everything, a miracle of a small flower.
In the rocks hanging on four walls, I gazed thoughtfully for an hour, getting close to the earth, forgetting everything and staring at the magic of a small flower.
Countless people have worked hard in the dark and cold, building palace walls with jade; Happy businessmen from the sun brought sapphires and gold! Oh, the palace of the universe!
To build its jade palace, I wonder how many people are working in the dark and cold; I don't know how many jewelers came from the East, which brought him splendid treasures. Oh, up and down, the universe through the ages!
Meditation. Meditation.
Russell green Russell green
I saw the stars still shaking in the summer night, and they were shaking when the sun first shone on them from another world.
I see the stars shining in the summer sky, just as they are still shining when light shines on them from a distant world.
2 1, terror shock
Flint
My eyes are tired; The lamp is lit, and in its aura, papers and books lie where opportunities and life have given them.
My eyes are tired and foreign lights are burning. In that gap, papers and books were lying in accidental places and scattered at random.
Silence sings around me; My heart is tied with a belt; There are several footsteps in the street outside; A clock strikes the hour.
Singing silently beside me, with tape wrapped around my head; There are some footsteps in the street outside; The clock struck the hour.
22. Death. Death
William Wordsworth
Look at her, alone in the field, the lonely highland girl! Harvesting and singing alone; Let's stop here and pass it gently! She cut the sheaves alone and sang melancholy songs; Oh, listen! Because the depths of the valley are full of sounds.
Look at her, alone on the ground, lonely mountain girl! One person cuts wheat and one person sings; Stop here, or go on! She is cutting wheat and bundling, singing sad songs; Oh, listen! The valley is deep and full of her songs.
23. Sir John Moore's funeral in Colonna and john moore's funeral in Colonna.
Charles Wolf.
When he ran to the barrier, we didn't hear the drums or the funeral; None of the soldiers fired a gun at the grave where our hero was buried.
No drums, no mourning. When we transported its body to the castle, no soldier fired a salute on the grave where our hero was buried.
In the dead of night, we urged him in the dark, and the bayonet turned in the grass; In the struggling moonlight, under the dim light, under the dim lantern.
We buried him in the silent night and turned in the mud with our bayonets; By the hazy moonlight in the fog, some flickering lights dimmed.
24.fountain
James Boucel Lowell
Into the sun, full of sunshine, jumping and flashing from morning till night! In the moonlight, it is whiter than snow, and when the wind blows, it shakes like a flower! Running on the stage under the starlight, happy midnight and happy day.
Facing the sun, glittering and translucent, jumping and flashing, from morning till night! Walking into the moonlight, pure white is more than snow, like another flower, bending with the wind! Into the starlight, flying like a sunset, happy midnight, happy stars.
I wander alone like a cloud? I wander alone like a flowing cloud
William Wordsworth
I wander alone, like a cloud. It was floating in the high valley, and suddenly I saw a group of golden daffodils; Dancing by the lake, under the tree and in the breeze.
I wandered lonely like a flowing cloud, floating high above the valley, and suddenly I saw clusters of golden daffodils blooming by the lake, swaying and dancing in the wind under the tree.
26. Wild honeysuckle? Wild honeysuckle
Philip Freneau? Philip Freneau
Beautiful flowers, so beautiful, are hidden in this quiet and dreary retreat, never touching your sweet flowers, never seeing your little branches greeting; No wandering feet will crush you here, and no busy hands will stir up tears.
Beautiful honeysuckle, you are so beautiful, but you are hiding in this secluded and sultry place. Fragrant flowers bloom but no one knows, swaying branches are not appreciated, no wandering feet crush you, no climbing hands crush your tears.
27. The philosophy of love? Philosophy of love
Percy bysshe shelley? Percy Bysshe Shelley
Fountains and rivers are mixed together, rivers and oceans are mixed together, and the winds of heaven are always mixed together with sweet feelings.
Springs merge into rivers, rivers merge into the sea, and the breeze in the sky always has a sweet feeling. Nothing in the world is lonely.
Nothing in the world is single, everything is decided by a sacred law, and in mutual blending-why aren't you and me?
Everything follows the sacred law-interdependence and mutual blending. Why can't you and I depend on each other?
28. A lark
Percy bysshe shelley Shelley
Salute you, happy elf! You have never been a bird. From the sky or nearby, you pour all your heart into the rich and unprepared art.
Hello, happy elf! You never seem to be a bird. From heaven or its vicinity, you pour out your heart with hearty music and uncivilized art.
29. Song of Celia
Ben Jonson Ben Jonson
Just drink to me with your eyes, and I promise with mine. Or leave a kiss, but in the cup, I no longer look for wine, and the desire that rises in the depths of my soul demands a sacred glass of wine.
Drink to me with your eyes, and I will drink to you with my eyes. Or just leave a kiss in the cup, and I no longer pursue wine. That longing rises from my soul, longing to drink this sacred cup.
30. The battlefield? battlefield
Emily dickinson. Emily Dickinson
They fall like snowflakes, like stars, like petals of roses, and suddenly, in June, a gust of wind blows.
They fall like snowflakes, like meteors, and the petals of roses fall one after another. When the fingers of the wind suddenly crossed the early summer of June.