Who has two good English poems?

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile young. It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. Great despair burns the love of a blade of grass. She shakes her head and flies away with a smile. If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. Her wishing face hurt my dreams like rain at night. Once, we dreamed that we were strangers. When we wake up, we know that we love each other. Once we dream that we are strangers. We woke up to find each other dead. Sorrow is peaceful in my heart, like the evening arrival in the silent forest. Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart, like the evening arrival in the silent forest. Beautiful things beautiful things are eternal happiness: it is more and more lovely; It will never disappear; But it will still keep a quiet pavilion for us, a sleep full of sweet dreams, health and quiet breathing. Therefore, every morning, we have to tie a flower belt to tie us to the earth, although we are depressed, although we lack noble qualities, although we live in dark days, although the road we are looking for is unhealthy and not bright. Yes, despite this, there is still some form of beauty that dispels the haze of our dark souls. Such sun, moon, ancient trees and young trees germinate into shade for simple sheep; Narcissus is like this, they live in a green world; And clear streams, for themselves a cool shelter against the hot season; The brakes in the forest are decorated with beautiful musk roses: this is also the grandeur of the end we imagined for the powerful dead; The endless source of direct drinking keeps pouring out from the drinks in heaven. A beautiful thing is always a kind of happiness: its beauty is increasing day by day; It will never disappear; Instead, we will always have a quiet flower pavilion, a sleep full of dreams, health and even breathing. Therefore, every morning, we are weaving a gorgeous ribbon that binds us to the world, regardless of disappointment and the lack of noble nature of heartless people. No matter the sad years, no matter the unhealthy dark road set for us to look for: yes, no matter everything, a beautiful body has removed the coffin from our dark spirit: the sun, the moon, old trees and young trees that grow shade for innocent sheep are such things; Narcissus and the green world they live in, the clear streams that create shade for themselves to resist the hot season, and the bushes in the forest full of musk roses are all such things: the magnificent fate we imagined for the great ancients, and all the wonderful stories we heard or read are also such things: the inexhaustible source of nectar poured on us from the edge of heaven.