J. Keats
Oh, let the fantasy roam forever,
Happiness cannot be detained;
Just a touch, sweet happiness.
Like foam broken by rain;
So, let the fantasy with wings
Wandering with the development of thought:
Open the door of the brain, this bird.
Will rush out and fly to the clouds.
Oh, sweet fantasy! Let her go,
The joy of summer is long gone;
How long can you enjoy spring?
It has gone with the fallen flowers;
The fruit of autumn is charming,
Dew in the fog, red lips,
But one taste is enough: what should I do?
Or please sit by the fire,
Watching the dry wood burning,
Like an elf dancing on a winter night,
Silent fields
Covered with a flat layer of snow,
Kicked around by the farmer's thick boots;
At this time, midnight and day
Are secretly gathering together.
Plotting to drive away the dusk in the sky,
You can sit down and rest your heart.
A solemn and distant dispatch.
Fantasy, give her a task,
She has her own subordinates to perform for her;
Although it is cold, she will bring it.
The lost glory of the earth.
Oh, she will bring you everything.
Summer has all kinds of fun,
May flower buds again, magical flowers,
Pick from thorns or grass;
All the wealth of autumn,
Like a mysterious trophy,
She will take all the fun.
It's like putting three good wines together,
Drink it up:-You'll hear it.
The song of the weak reaper,
The rustling of wheat ears,
Birds sing in the morning;
In the meantime, listen! That's a lark.
Singing in early spring and April,
Or crows keep making noise,
Busy looking for branches and straw.
Just take a look and you will understand.
Daisies, marigolds and hedges
Primrose color, a little yellow,
And wild lilies with white silk thread,
And corydalis, mid-May.
After the flowers, hide in the shade;
Every leaf, every flower
All under the same rain and dew
Hang pearls. You will also see
Voles are peeping and no longer hibernating;
The thin snake in seclusion saw the sunshine,
Take off its skin on the river bank;
You will see that on the hawthorn tree,
Quietly, female wings
Covered with moss-covered nests,
Hatching spotted eggs;
Then a swarm of bees flew in.
It caused riots and panic;
Ripe acorns fall to the ground,
Autumn wind is singing softly.
Oh, sweet fantasy! Let her go,
As time goes on, everything loses its luster;
Where is the indelible face?
Which girl is not tired of reading it?
Her red lips are always fresh?
Her eyes, no matter how blue,
How can I keep my charm for a long time?
Where there is a gentle voice,
Can you always sound the same?
Who can see forever?
Just a touch, sweet happiness.
It's like a bubble broken by rain.
So, let the fantasy with wings
Find you a girl you like,
Let her have a pair of beautiful eyes
As charming as Pross,
Because the god of pain hasn't taught her yet
How to frown, how to punish;
Let her waist turn white
Like Habib, let her take it with her.
Fell off the gold hook, the coat fell on the foot,
Holding the golden lamp of youth-
Jopp was drunk. Oh, untie it.
A ribbon wrapped in fantasy;
As long as you break her prison,
She will bring all kinds of fun.
Oh, let the fantasy roam forever,
Happiness cannot be detained.
18 18 August-18 February
According to Greek mythology, Prospero was a beautiful woman who was stolen by Prudon, the god of hell, and became an afterlife.
Hippies are the daughters of Jopu and Hera, the goddess who dominates youth. She often serves wine before God.