An English poem about love —— Comment on Kahlil Gibran the Child
Comparison between Chinese and English:
Your child is not your child.
They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for themselves.
They came through you, but not from you,
Although they are with you, they don't belong to you.
Your child is not your child.
They are children born of life's desire for themselves.
They came into this world with your help, not because of you.
They are by your side, but they don't belong to you.
You can give them your love, but not your thoughts.
Because they have their own ideas.
You can accommodate their bodies, but you can't accommodate their souls.
Because their souls live in tomorrow's house,
You can't go even in your dreams.
You can try to be like them,
But don't let them like you.
Because life will not go backwards, nor will it stay yesterday.
What you can give them is your love.
But it wasn't your idea.
Because they have their own ideas.
You can shelter their bodies, but not their souls.
Because their souls belong to tomorrow, which you can never reach in your dreams.
You can try to be like them.
But don't let them become like you.
Because life will not go backwards and will not stay in the past.
You are your child's bow
Like a living arrow.
The shooter saw the sign on the infinite road,
He used his power to bring you to your knees.
His arrow shoots fast and far.
Let you bend happily in the hands of archers;
Because even though he loves flying arrows,
So he also likes a stable bow.
You are a bow, and your children are your arrows.
Archers look at the target on the way to the future.
He tried his best to pull you away, so that his arrow could shoot fast and far.
Bend over in the hands of archers with a happy mood.
Because he loves the arrow that flies all the way and the bow that is extremely stable.
English Love Poems Part II Super Mom
Mom, you are a good mother,
So gentle, but so strong.
Many ways you express your concern
Always makes me feel a sense of belonging.
When I am stupid, you are patient;
You give guidance when I ask;
It seems that you can do anything;
You are the master of every task.
You are a reliable source of comfort;
When I fall, you are my cushion.
You lend a helping hand when you are in trouble;
Whenever I call, you support me.
I love you more than you know;
I totally respect you.
If I could choose my mother,
I will choose you!
The third part of English love poems song of a mother
Song of a mother-Ye Zhi
I get up at dawn, kneel down and blow,
Until the seeds of fire sparkle.
Then I have to scrub, clean,
Until the stars start flashing and peeping.
The young man was lying in bed, dreaming a beautiful dream.
The matching of ribbons on the chest and head.
They live a life of idleness,
They sigh if the wind blows up the trees.
Although I have to work, because I am old,
The seeds of fire become weak and cold.
I got up in the morning, knelt by the fire and blew the fireplace hard.
Until a small spark is lit, flashing red.
Then, wash the utensils, bake food and clean the yard.
Until the stars are everywhere, flashing and spying in the sky.
The children went to bed late and fell asleep.
Arrange hanfu for beautiful people.
Their days passed in vain,
Just leave a sigh for the long hair blown away by the wind.
I have to work, because I am old,
The burning fire also gradually weakened and cooled down.