Sentences sent in early spring
William Wordsworth
I heard a thousand mixed notes,
When I was reclining in a small forest,
In that sweet mood, when happy thoughts
Let sad thoughts come to mind.
I was lying in the Woods,
Listening to thousands of harmonious voices,
A leisurely mood, pleasant thoughts,
But it brings anxiety.
Through my human soul;
I feel very sad when I think about this.
What humans have created.
Through my feelings, naturally,
Linking the human soul with her masterpiece,
This makes my heart more sad.
How do people treat people?
Catharanthus roseus drags its wreath;
I believe that every flower.
Enjoy the air it breathes.
Through the primrose bushes, in the shade,
Long blue and white woven its wreath,
I firmly believe that every flower.
Enjoy it in the air it breathes.
I can't measure their thoughts.
But the smallest move they make
This seems to be an exciting pleasure.
Birds are jumping around me,
I can't understand their intentions-
But even their subtle movements,
This also seems to be an exciting pleasure.
The budding shoots spread out their sectors,
Catch the breeze;
I have to think, do my best,
There is happiness there.
The buds germinate and spread like fans,
In order to catch the breeze,
I have to think as much as I can,
There is joy there.
If this belief from heaven is sent,
If this is nature's divine plan,
I have no reason to be sad?
What kind of people make people?
If this belief comes from the apocalypse,
If this is the divine arrangement of nature,
What reason do I have to lament?
How do people treat people?