Classical foreign poems 100 English

Ye Zhi When you are old, when you are old, gray-haired, suspicious and hanging around the fire, please take down this book and read it slowly, dreaming of the tenderness your eyes once had and their deep shadows; How many people love your joyful and elegant moments, love your beauty with hypocrisy or sincerity, but only one person loves your pilgrim's soul and the sadness on your aging face; Squatting down by the burning fireplace, he whispered sadly, how love flew and paced on the mountains overhead and hid his face among the stars. When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the tenderness of your eyes in the past and their heavy shadows in the past; How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. He hung his head and whispered sadly about the disappearance of love by the red fire. On the mountain overhead, he walked slowly, hiding his face among a group of stars. The farthest distance in the world by tiger. Tagore's: the farthest distance in the world, a love poem, I think it's beautiful. Let's see what others say.