I'm waiting for you.
I looked at the dusk outdoors
as if looking at the future,
My heart was blinded by my hearing.
Why don’t you come? Hope
allows you to blossom in every second.
I am waiting for your steps,
your smile, your face,
your soft hair,
Waiting for everything about you;
Hope is every second
Dead - where are you?
I want you, I want you to live in my heart It hurts,
I want your flaming smile,
I want your flexible waist,
your hair has flying stars in the corners of your eyes;
I fell into an intoxicating atmosphere,
like an island,
among the python-green waves, floating involuntarily...
Oh, I desperately long for your arrival
I long for your arrival
That magical flower
Open at the top of time!
Why don’t you come, bear with me!
You know it, I know you know it,
Your failure to come is a fatal blow to me,
Kill the youthful spring in my life,
teach the darkness as solid as the iron in the mine,
oppress my thoughts and breathing;
Kill the poor buds of hope,
Leave me, like a prisoner, to
jealousy and sorrow, raw shame
and despair Cruel.
This may be foolishness. Maybe he is crazy.
I believe that I am indeed crazy;
But I cannot turn the rudder of a direction that has already been directed.
No wind from all directions will allow me to do so. Hesitation——
I can’t look back, fate drives me!
I also know that this is probably the road to
destruction, but
For you, for you,
I am willing to do anything;
This is not only my passion, but also my only reason.
Crazy! I want to smash the fiber of a life
To touch a woman’s heart!
What I want to win, the most I can win is
p>
Her tear,
her indifferent sneer;
But I am willing, even if
the news of my pink body spreads Given
a stubborn stone, she sees me as
a rat in the burrow, a worm,
I am still willing!
When one is crazy to the point of being true, it is unconditional.
God cannot bring back a person.
A mind that is obsessed with madness is like a general.
Sometimes it can be turned back. Soldiers on the line of death.
In vain, everything is in vain,
Your absence is an undeniable fact,
Although there is a burning fire in my heart,
p>
Hungry for everything about you,
Your hair, your smile, your hands and feet;
Any fantasy and prayer
The distance between you and me cannot be shortened by a small inch
The distance between you and me!
The dusk outdoors has become
condensed into the blackness of the night,
the tree branches There is ice and snow hanging on it,
The birds have silenced their chirping,
Silence is the universe that wears filial piety uniformly.
The needles on the clock kept moving
Mysterious gestures, like pointing,
Like sympathy, like ridicule,
< p>Every time I am deeply moved, I hear it asthe death knell of my own heart
buried alive.
To the oak tree
If I love you——
I will never be like a climbing flower in the sky
I borrow your high branches to show off myself;< /p>
If I love you——
I will never imitate the infatuated bird
Repeat monotonous songs for the green shade;
No more than that Like a spring
it brings you cool comfort all year round;
It is not just like a dangerous peak
It increases your height and sets off your majesty.
Even daylight.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok tree near you,
standing with you as the image of a tree.
The roots are clenched underground
The leaves are touching in the clouds.
Every time the wind passed by
We greeted each other,
but no one
understood our words.
You have your copper branches and iron trunks
Like knives and swords,
Also like halberds;
I have mine The red flowers
are like heavy sighs,
and like heroic torches.
We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunder;
We enjoy the mist, the mist, and the rainbow.
It seems like they are separated forever,
But they are still dependent on each other for life.
This is great love,
This is where steadfastness lies:
Love——
Not only do I love your stalwart body,
I also love the position you insist on and the land you step on.
"Goddess Peak"
Among the various handkerchiefs waving at you
Whose hand suddenly retracted
Cover it tightly Blinded by one's own eyes
When people dispersed, who
was still standing at the stern of the boat
The clothes were flying like endless clouds
Jiang Tao
Speak loudly
Speak low
Beautiful dreams leave beautiful sorrow
On earth and in heaven, from generation to generation According to legend
But, can the heart really turn into stone?
I missed the moonlight on the spring river countless times because of the crane overlooking the distant sky
Along the river bank
The torrent of coneflower and ligustrum
is inciting new betrayals
Rather than displaying it on the cliff for thousands of years
It’s better to cry on your lover’s shoulder all night
Yu Alley
Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long and lonely rain alley,
I hope to meet
like a lilac
with sorrow Resentful girl.
She has
the same color as lilac,
the same fragrance as lilac,
the same sadness as lilac,
Sadness in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation.
She is wandering in this lonely rainy alley,
holding an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me< /p>
Walking silently,
Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.
She approached silently
As she approached, she cast a
breath-like look,
she floated by
Like a dream,
Like a dream, sad and confused.
Floating like in a dream
A branch of lilac
This girl floated by my side;
She moved away silently, Far away,
reached the dilapidated fence,
walked through the rainy alley.
In the mournful song of the rain,
disappeared her color,
dispersed her fragrance,
dissipated, Even her
eyes were as breath-taking,
as melancholy as lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long
and lonely rain alley,
I hope to float< /p>
A lilac-like girl
a sad and resentful girl.
1. Since
Since
that ship
is destined to be stranded
fester
Perhaps
It is also inevitable
In the distance
Two seagulls are soaring
No worries
p>2. Meng Xun
Hazyly
Me. Looking for you
The faint one
is your green whisper
The misty one
is your cuteness Your beautiful shadow
Your whispering, your beautiful shadow
It will never be clear
Perhaps.
One day
They will disappear forever
Suddenly, a bright light
coldly penetrates the dream
Then the dream becomes crippled and you lose< /p>
What about me
I am no longer the same person
3. The days when I miss you
The days when I miss you
I always
suck green olives in my mouth
chew slowly
have a nice aftertaste
even though it is a bit bitter
But there is no lack of sweet fragrance
4. Two weeping willows on the shore
One is speechless
The other is speechless
But with The silent notes
compose a warm symphony
Although
the river around you
has no ripples
< p>My rootshave already been deeply
deeply
the roots lingering on you
I want
p>As long as you stick to this land
The green clothes you are wearing
will never fade
A speechless
A person who is speechless
but uses silent notes
composes the overture of love
The footsteps of youth``
are getting closer and closer to us Close``
And our steps``
will soon lead us further and further away from each other````
Facing parting```
We will no longer cry```
Youthful smile``
Telling the memory of the stage:
The graceful figure
Just like the misty rain beside the West Lake, ```
Outstanding figure
Transformed into the aroma of Shaoxing wine!
Friends```
Let us join hands
Don’t let wasted time turn into regret``
Waiting for pregnancy Out of the lost ````
Facing the corridor of life
Love
It only lasts a hundred years``
Friendship``
p>It will last forever! !
Foreign Poetry
I once loved you
Pushkin
I once loved you
Love Maybe In my heart
It hasn’t completely died yet
I hope it won’t bother you anymore
I don’t want to make you sad anymore
I once loved you silently
Hopelessly
I endured both shyness
and jealousy
p>I once loved you so sincerely
I loved you so tenderly
May God bless you
Another person will be like me< /p>
Love you
I am willing to be a torrent
Petofi
I am willing to be a torrent,
It is in the mountains The small river,
on the rugged road,
passing on the rocks...
As long as my lover
is a small fish,
In my waves,
Swimming happily around.
I would like to be in the wild forest,
On both sides of the river,
Fighting the strong wind,
Fight bravely...< /p>
As long as my lover
is a little bird,
nesting and singing among my dense
branches.
I am willing to be a ruin,
on the steep rocks,
This silent destruction,
does not make me depressed... …
As long as my lover
is the ivy of youth,
along my desolate forehead,
so intimate that it climbs up .
I would like to be a thatched house,
at the bottom of a deep valley,
on the top of a thatched house
battered by wind and rain... …
As long as my love
is a lovely flame,
In my furnace,
Flashing slowly and happily.
I would like to be a cloud,
a broken gray flag,
in the vast sky,
waving lazily here and there Go...
As long as my lover
is a coral-like sunset,
next to my pale face,
showing Vibrant brilliance.
She walked in the radiance of beauty
George Gordon Byron
一
She walked in the radiance of beauty, like The night is clear and cloudless and the sky is filled with stars;
The most wonderful colors of light and dark
are presented in her appearance and eyes:
The dazzling daylight is just too bright.
It is softer and darker than that light.
Two
Adding or subtracting light and dark
will damage this indescribable beauty.
The beauty ripples in her black hair,
or spreads a faint light
On that face, the quiet thoughts
specify Its origin is pure and precious.
Three
Oh, that forehead, those bright cheeks,
So gentle, calm, and affectionate,
That charming smile, that brilliance of the face,
all illustrate a kind life:
Her mind is at ease with everything in the world,
She My heart is filled with true love
But you didn’t
Remember that time I borrowed your new car
But I dented it
p>
I thought you were going to kill me
But you didn’t
Remember that time
I dragged you to the beach and you said it would rain It really happened
I thought you would say I told you so
But you didn’t
Remember that time
I I vomited strawberry pie all over your newly painted carpet
I thought you would hate me
But you didn’t
Remember that time
I flirted with all men
to make you jealous
But you didn’t
Remember that time
I forgot Let me tell you
That ball was in a dress and you only showed up in jeans
I thought you must have given up on me
But you didn’t
< p>Yes, there are many, many things that you have not doneBut you tolerate me, love me, and protect me
There are many, many things that I want to repay you
When you came back from Vietnam
But you didn’t
About the origin of this poem: an ordinary American family, mother and daughter depend on each other, and the father of the daughter was born when the daughter was 4 years old He was drafted into the army and went to Vietnam, where he was unfortunately killed in action. My mother lived until she was 80 years old and never remarried. After her mother passed away, when her daughter was sorting out her mother's things, she found a poem written by her mother, titled "But You Didn't."
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I’m waiting for you.
I looked at the dusk outdoors
as if looking at the future,
My heart was blinded by my hearing.
Why don’t you come? Hope
allows you to blossom in every second.
I am waiting for your steps,
your smile, your face,
your soft hair,
Waiting for everything about you;
Hope is in every second
Dead - where are you?
I want you, I want you to live in my heart It hurts,
I want your flaming smile,
I want your flexible waist,
your hair has flying stars in the corners of your eyes;
I fell into an intoxicating atmosphere,
like an island,
among the python-green waves, floating involuntarily...
Oh, I desperately long for your arrival
I long for your arrival
That magical flower
Open at the top of time!
Why don’t you come, bear with me!
You know it, I know you know it,
Your failure to come is a fatal blow to me,
Kill the youthful spring in my life,
teach the darkness as solid as the iron in the mine,
oppress my thoughts and breathing;
Kill the poor buds of hope,
Leave me, like a prisoner, to
jealousy and sorrow, raw shame
and despair Cruel.
This may be foolishness. Maybe he is crazy.
I believe that I am indeed crazy;
But I cannot turn the rudder of an already directional rudder,
No wind from all directions will allow me to do so. Hesitation——
I can’t look back, fate drives me!
I also know that this is probably the road to
destruction, but
For you, for you,
I am willing to do anything;
This is not only my passion, but also my only reason.
Crazy! I want to smash the fiber of a life
To touch a woman’s heart!
What I want to win, the most I can win is
p>
Her tear,
her indifferent sneer;
But I am willing, even if
the news of my pink body spreads Given
a stubborn stone, she sees me as
a rat in the burrow, a worm,
I am still willing!
When one is crazy to the point of being true, it is unconditional.
God cannot bring back a person.
A mind that is obsessed with madness is like a general.
Sometimes it can be turned back. Soldiers on the line of death.
In vain, everything is in vain,
Your absence is an undeniable fact,
Although there is a burning fire in my heart,
p>
Hungry for everything about you,
Your hair, your smile, your hands and feet;
Any fantasy and prayer
The distance between you and me cannot be shortened by a small inch
The distance between you and me!
The dusk outdoors has become
condensed into the blackness of the night,
the tree branches There is ice and snow hanging on it,
The birds have silenced their chirping,
Silence is the universe that wears filial piety uniformly.
The needles on the clock kept moving
Mysterious gestures, like pointing,
Like sympathy, like ridicule,
< p>Every time I am deeply moved, I hear it asthe death knell of my own heart
buried alive.
To the oak tree
If I love you——
I will never be like a climbing flower in the sky
I borrow your high branches to show off myself;< /p>
If I love you——
I will never imitate the infatuated bird
Repeat monotonous songs for the green shade;
No more than that Like a spring
it brings you cool comfort all year round;
It is not just like a dangerous peak
It increases your height and sets off your majesty.
Even daylight.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok tree near you,
standing with you as the image of a tree.
The roots are clenched underground
The leaves are touching in the clouds.
Every time the wind passed by
We greeted each other,
but no one
understood our words.
You have your copper branches and iron trunks
Like knives and swords,
Also like halberds;
I have mine The red flowers
are like heavy sighs,
and like heroic torches.
We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunder;
We enjoy the mist, the mist, and the rainbow.
It seems like they are separated forever,
But they are still dependent on each other for life.
This is great love,
This is where steadfastness lies:
Love——
Not only do I love your stalwart body,
I also love the position you insist on and the land you step on.
"Goddess Peak"
Among the various handkerchiefs waving at you
Whose hand suddenly retracted
Cover it tightly Blinded by one's own eyes
When people dispersed, who
was still standing at the stern of the boat
The clothes were flying like endless clouds
Jiang Tao
Speak loudly
Speak low
Beautiful dreams leave beautiful sorrow
On earth and in heaven, from generation to generation According to legend
But, can the heart really turn into stone?
I have missed the moonlight on the spring river countless times because of the crane overlooking the distant sky
Along the river banks
The torrent of coneflowers and ligustrum
is inciting new betrayals
Instead of being displayed on the cliff for thousands of years
It’s better to cry on your lover’s shoulder all night
Yu Alley
Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long and lonely rain alley,
I hope to meet
like a lilac
with sorrow Resentful girl.
She has
the same color as lilac,
the same fragrance as lilac,
the same sadness as lilac,
Sadness in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation.
She was wandering in this lonely rainy alley,
holding an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me< /p>
Walking silently,
Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.
She approached silently
As she approached, she cast a
breath-like look,
she floated by
Like a dream,
Like a dream, sad and confused.
Floating like in a dream
A branch of lilac
This girl floated by my side;
She moved away silently, Far away,
reached the dilapidated fence,
walked through the rainy alley.
In the mournful song of the rain,
disappeared her color,
dispersed her fragrance,
dissipated, Even her
eyes are as breath-taking,
as melancholy as lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long
and lonely rain alley,
I hope to float< /p>
A lilac-like girl
a sad and resentful girl.
1. Since
Since
that ship
is destined to be stranded
fester
Perhaps
It is also inevitable
In the distance
Two seagulls are soaring
No worries
p>2. Meng Xun
Hazyly
Me. Looking for you
The faint one
is your green whisper
The misty one
is your cuteness Your beautiful shadow
Your whispering, your beautiful shadow
It will never be clear
Perhaps. One day
They will disappear forever
Suddenly, a bright light
coldly penetrates the dream
Then the dream becomes crippled and you lose< /p>
What about me
I am no longer the same person
3. The days when I miss you
The days when I miss you
I always
suck green olives in my mouth
chew slowly
have a nice aftertaste
even though it is a bit bitter
But there is no lack of sweet fragrance
4. Two weeping willows on the shore
One is speechless
The other is speechless
But with The silent notes
compose a warm symphony
Although
the river around you
has no ripples
< p>My rootshave already been deeply
deeply
the roots lingering on you
I want
p>As long as you stick to this land
The green clothes you are wearing
will never fade
A speechless
A person who is speechless
but uses silent notes
composes the overture of love
The footsteps of youth``
are getting closer and closer to us Close``
And our steps``
will soon lead us further and further away from each other````
Facing parting```
We will no longer cry```
Youthful smile``
Telling the memory of the stage:
The graceful figure
Just like the misty rain beside the West Lake, ```
Outstanding figure
Transformed into the aroma of Shaoxing wine!
Friends```
Let us join hands
Don’t let wasted time turn into regret``
Waiting for pregnancy Out of the lost ````
Facing the corridor of life
Love
It only lasts a hundred years``
Friendship``
p>It will last forever! !
Foreign Poetry
I once loved you
Pushkin
I once loved you
Love Maybe In my heart
It hasn’t completely died yet
I hope it won’t bother you anymore
I don’t want to make you sad anymore
I once loved you silently
Hopelessly
I endured both shyness
and jealousy
p>I once loved you so sincerely
I loved you so tenderly
May God bless you
Another person will be like me< /p>
Love you
I am willing to be a torrent
Petofi
I am willing to be a torrent,
It is in the mountains The small river,
on the rugged road,
passing on the rocks...
As long as my lover
is a small fish,
In my waves,
Swimming happily around.
I would like to be in the wild forest,
On both sides of the river,
Fighting the strong wind,
Fight bravely...< /p>
As long as my lover
is a little bird,
nesting and singing among my dense
branches.
I am willing to be a ruin,
on the steep rocks,
This silent destruction,
does not make me depressed... …
As long as my lover
is the ivy of youth,
along my desolate forehead,
so intimate that it climbs up .
I would like to be a thatched house,
at the bottom of a deep valley,
on the top of a thatched house
battered by wind and rain... …
As long as my love
is a lovely flame,
In my furnace,
Flashing slowly and happily.
I would like to be a cloud,
a broken gray flag,
in the vast sky,
waving lazily here and there Go...
As long as my love
is a coral-like sunset,
next to my pale face,
showing Vibrant brilliance.
She walked in the radiance of beauty
George Gordon Byron
一
She walked in the radiance of beauty, like The night is clear and cloudless and the sky is filled with stars;
The most wonderful colors of light and dark
are presented in her appearance and eyes:
The dazzling daylight is just too bright.
It is softer and darker than that light.
Two
Adding or subtracting light and dark
will damage this indescribable beauty.
The beauty ripples in her black hair,
or spreads a faint light
On that face, the quiet thoughts
specify Its origin is pure and precious.
Three
Oh, that forehead, those bright cheeks,
So gentle, calm, and affectionate,
That charming smile, that brilliance of the face,
all illustrate a kind life:
Her mind is at ease with everything in the world,
She My heart is filled with true love
But you didn’t
Remember that time I borrowed your new car
But I dented it
p>
I thought you were going to kill me
But you didn’t
Remember that time
I dragged you to the beach and you said it would rain It really happened
I thought you would say I told you so
But you didn’t
Remember that time
I I vomited strawberry pie all over your newly painted carpet
I thought you would hate me
But you didn’t
Remember that time
I flirted with all men
to make you jealous
But you didn’t
Remember that time
I forgot Let me tell you
That ball was in a dress and you only showed up in jeans
I thought you must have given up on me
But you didn’t
< p>Yes, there are many, many things that you have not doneBut you tolerate me, love me, and protect me
There are many, many things that I want to repay you
When you came back from Vietnam
But you didn’t
About the origin of this poem: an ordinary American family, mother and daughter depend on each other, and the father of the daughter was born when the daughter was 4 years old He was drafted into the army and went to Vietnam, where he was unfortunately killed in action. My mother lived until she was 80 years old and never remarried. After her mother passed away, when her daughter was sorting out her mother's things, she discovered a poem written by her mother, titled "But You Didn't."
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