Appreciation of English Poetry Morning: Color
What is pink? Roses are pink. What is pink?
On the edge of the fountain. The rose beside the fountain is pink.
What is red? Red poppy What is bright red?
On its barley bed. Poppies in barley fields are bright red.
What is blue? The sky is blue. What is blue? The sky is blue,
Where the clouds drift.
What is white? Swan is white. What is white?
Sail in the light A swan swimming in the sun is white.
What is yellow? Pears are yellow. What is yellow? Pears are yellow,
Rich, mature and mellow. Ripe and juicy.
What is green? The grass is green, what is green? The grass is green,
There are small flowers in the middle. Small flowers are mixed in it.
What is a violet? Clouds are purple. What is purple? In the summer sunset
In the summer dusk. Caixia is purple.
What is orange? Why, an orange, what is an orange? Of course!
Just one orange! Oranges are orange
Reading English Poems in the Morning: The Last Rose in Summer
This is the last rose in summer. This is the last rose in summer.
Bloom alone; Bloom alone;
All her lovely companions, all her moving companions in the past.
Has faded and disappeared; Has been carved away;
There are no flowers of her kind, and there are no similar flowers around.
There are no rosebuds nearby, not half a rosebud,
Reflect her blush, set off her ruddy,
Or sigh for a sigh. Share her sorrow.
I won't leave you, you lonely man! I won't leave you!
Sagging on the trunk; Let you languish alone;
Since all the lovely people are asleep, since all the beautiful companions are asleep,
Go ahead, you sleep with them. Let's go You lie with them, too.
So I spread it in good faith, and I released it in good faith.
Your beautiful leaves are on the flower bed.
There, your garden partner is your garden partner.
Lies and death. A place where you lie quietly.
Soon I will follow, soon I will follow my friends,
When friendship declines, when friendship disappears,
The shining circle from love is like the shining circle from love.
The jewel fell. A fallen jewel.
When a sincere heart is absent, when a loyal friend leaves,
The person you like flies away, the person you love flies away,
Oh! Who would hate it! Who wants to stay?
Facing this bleak world alone? This cold world is lonely and desolate?