1 min English poetry is a shining star.
Chen Xing, Kanlan
? John Keats
? John? keats
Bright stars, will I be as firm as you?
Can I be as firm as you? Bright star!
Not in the lonely glory hanging at night
But don't hang high in the night sky.
Always keep your eyes open,
Like a hermit on earth, alert and sober,
Like nature? Patience, sleepless hermit,
Patiently staring at the earth, staring.
The flowing water carries out their priestly tasks.
The river surged to fulfill the duties of a priest,
Pure baptism around the earth? The coast of mankind,
Wash the shore of the world of mortals.
Or stare at the new soft falling mask.
Or stare at the glittering and dancing jade pieces,
Snow on mountains and wilderness?
A white gauze curtain adorns the mountains in the wilderness.
No? But still firm, still unchanged,
No, I want to make sure,
Pillow? On my beautiful lover? Mature breasts,
The pillow lover's chest is getting stronger and stronger.
Feel its soft falling and swelling forever,
Always feel the warmth of ups and downs,
Awake forever in a sweet commotion,
Insight into the sweet turmoil.
Still, still hear her gentle breath,
Breathe gently, sip, and listen forever,
Live like this? Or pass out and die.
Live like this or faint and die.
1 min Eternity of Truth and Beauty in English Poetry
Oh! Beauty looks more beautiful.
Ah, with the sweet makeup given by truth,
With the sweet decoration of truth.
How much more beauty will beauty show?
The rose looks beautiful, but we think it is more beautiful.
Bright roses have the fragrance of living in flowers,
Because it gives off a sweet smell.
How much charm will be added to our hearts.
The festering flowers are as deep as dye.
Wild roses also hang on prickly branches,
Like the fragrant tincture of roses,
Teasing the breezes as lively as roses.
Hanging on such thorns, playing at will.
When the summer breath peels off the masked buds,
When the breath of summer reveals their masked buds:
It also has the thick red color of fragrant roses.
However, their virtue is only their performance.
However, their beauty can only be watched from the sidelines.
They live a neglected life and die without respect;
No one pursues life, no one pities death,
Go to hell. Sweet roses don't do this;
Die; Sweet roses are different,
Their sweet death is the sweetest smell:
Sweet death makes the sweetest fragrance.
You too, beautiful and lovely young man,
Similarly, beautiful and lovely young man, when you are not beautiful,
When that day comes, my poems will extract your truth.
My poem will extract your truth.
1 min English Poetry Three Disgraces in Fate and Men's Eyes
I was looked down upon, and fate humiliated me-
I cried alone in my exile,
A man walks to a street corner and cries for being abandoned.
Disturb the deaf heaven with my useless crying,
Running to heaven, I cried in vain,
Look at myself, cursing my fate,
If I turn my back on myself, I will curse my bad luck.
May I be like a more hopeful person,
I hope I have a bright future like a gentleman,
Featur likes him, likes what his friends have,
I like his wide contacts and looks like a fellow villager;
Longing for this person's art, and that person's scope,
I yearn for those who are smart and knowledgeable.
My favorite satisfaction is the least;
He who appreciates the most has the least hope;
However, I almost despise these ideas myself.
But if you think so, you will look down on yourself.
Maybe I'll think of you. Then my state,
I suddenly thought of you, like a lark-
Like a lark at dawn
Break through the dawn from the dark earth,
Singing hymns from the gloomy earth at the gate of heaven;
Singing hymns at Tianfu Gate.
Because your sweet love brings wealth.
Notice your tenderness, you're rich-
Teach me to disdain to switch the situation with the emperor.
The throne is nothing!