An English poem about writing a girl-a quiet girl
Langston hughes Langston? Hodgkiss
I'll compare you to
To a starry night.
If it weren't for your eyes.
I'll compare you to
Dreamless sleep
Without your song.
If it weren't for your eyes,
I'll compare you to
Night without stars.
If it weren't for your singing,
I'll compare you to
Dreamless sleep.
An English poem about a girl: a little girl's dream
Dreams keep flashing in my mind.
A series of dreams passed through my mind,
Reflect the memory of a long time ago.
Reminds me of a long time ago.
In a place full of fairy tales,
The promised land created in fairy tales,
A place that my heart yearns for.
It is the land that my heart yearns for very much.
isolated from the outside world
There is no connection with other places,
There are streams and meadows to roam,
There are clear streams and roaming grasslands here.
From a little girl's point of view,
In the eyes of the little girl,
A place that will always be home.
My home will always be there.
A place where berries grow wildly
There are all kinds of wild berries there.
Where rabbits and squirrels are seen.
You can see rabbits and squirrels there.
Raccoons can be friends.
Raccoons there can be my friends,
Deer are frolicking by the stream.
The deer there wandered around along the stream.
A world where imagination makes everything come true
In the imaginary world, everything can come true,
A little girl can be a queen.
Little girls can be queens.
Daydreams are woven like cobwebs.
But daydreaming seems to be twisted into a spider web,
But a world where everything is not what it seems.
Everything in the world is far from imagination.
Because every little girl has to grow up.
Every little girl must grow up,
Daydreaming is broken in your hands,
Daydreams are shattered in their own hands.
You found the home you thought you belonged to.
The home you find belongs only to yourself,
It's just a simple land.
This is just a small piece of uncultivated land.
Flowers don't seem to bloom so brilliantly,
The flowers don't seem to bloom so brightly,
Fairy tales no longer come true,
Fairy tales never come true.
Because now it's through the eyes of adults,
From an adult's point of view, now,
It's no longer the world you know.
It is no longer the land you are familiar with.
But still ... somewhere deep in my mind.
But ... it will stay there forever.
That place will exist forever.
Somewhere in my heart.
From the memory of a long time ago
All past memories,
Call me back again and again.
Wave me back many times.
Three English poems about writing girls Shakespeare's poems for dark-skinned girls
Curse the heart that makes my heart moan.
Because it left a deep wound on me and my friends!
It's not enough to torture me alone,
But slaves, slaves, my best friend must be?
Your cruel eyes took me away from myself,
My next self is harder for you to concentrate on:
I abandoned him, myself and you;
A triple torture was thus crossed.
Imprisoned my heart in your steel chest,
But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;
No matter who protects me, let my heart guard him;
You can't use strict in my prison:
However, you will; Because I was imprisoned by you,
Everything I have is yours.
Curse that cruel heart that makes my heart moan!
That heart has seriously hurt me and my friends;
Isn't it enough to teach me to suffer alone,
Do my friends suffer like slaves?
You took me away from yourself coldly;
You also ruthlessly monopolized the second one;
I have been betrayed by him, myself and you;
A hundred times the pain gave me pain.
Please put my heart in your steel chest,
So my heart can bail my friend's heart;
No matter who guards me, I will let my heart guard him;
You won't be too hard on me in prison;
You will not be too fierce; Because, in your chest,
I, and everything I have, belong to you completely.