You appeared in front of me,
Some of them are like short-lived fantasies,
With angels like pure America.
I remember that wonderful moment,
You appeared in front of me,
Like a flash in the pan,
Like a pure and beautiful elf.
In the agony of despair,
Make noise in the flashy confusion of life,
Your gentle voice rang in my ear for a long time,
I still see your lovely and beautiful figure in my sleep.
In the torment of despair and sadness,
In the confusion of that noisy and flashy life,
Your gentle voice echoed in my ear for a long time,
I still see your lovely image in my sleep.
Many years passed, and the storm smiled.
Dispelling the dreams of the past,
So I put your gentle voice behind me,
Many years have passed and the passion is like a storm.
Dispel past dreams,
So I forgot your gentle voice,
And your beautiful image like a fairy.
Far away, in the dark life of imprisonment,
My days passed peacefully,
A insincere person has no inspiration for poetry,
Without tears, there is no life, and there is no love.
In the backcountry, in the dark life of imprisonment,
My days passed quietly,
No one who falls in love, no inspiration for poetry,
No tears, no life, no love.
Now the brain is beginning to regain consciousness:
There was a flash in the pan,
With angels like pure America.
Now the mind is clear again:
You reappeared in front of me,
Like a flash in the pan,
Like a pure and beautiful fairy.
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Appreciation of English Classical Poetry with Translation Reading:/Yu Ying/Du Yue /shige/ 1549876.html