Simple English poetry I
A blooming tree
Flowering tree
Xi Murong
Xi Murong
May the Buddha let us meet,
How to let you meet me
In my best days,
In my most beautiful moment
I prayed for it,
for this reason
For 500 years.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Buddha made me a tree,
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
On the road you may choose,
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun,
Growing in the sunshine along the road you must pass.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
It is full of flowers carefully, which is the hope of my previous life.
When you approach, listen carefully,
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
Trembling leaves
When you pass that tree,
This is the passion I am waiting for.
Didn't notice me,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
My friend, on the ground behind you,
Friends who fell behind you.
Not falling petals, but my withered heart.
That's not a petal, that's my withered heart
Simple English Poetry II
fall in love at first sight
fall in love at first sight
Wisawa Szymborska
Weislava Simboska
They are all convinced.
They trust each other.
A sudden passion brought them together.
It was the passion of generate that brought them together in an instant.
This determination is beautiful,
This determination is beautiful.
But uncertainty is more beautiful.
But impermanence is more beautiful
Because they have never met before, they are sure.
They've never met, so
There is nothing between them.
They are sure that they have nothing to do with each other.
But what is the news from the streets, stairs and corridors? ...
But words from streets, stairs and halls ...
Maybe they've passed each other a million times?
They may have passed each other a million times.
I want to ask them.
I want to ask them.
If they don't remember, ...
Do you remember? ...
Face to face moment
At the revolving door
In the revolving door?
Face the brakes
Maybe it's a "sorry" murmured in the crowd?
Or muttering "I'm sorry" in the crowd,
There is a short "error number" in the receiver?
Or "wrong number" on the other end of the phone.
But I know the answer.
But I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
No, they don't remember.
They will be surprised to hear
They'll be surprised,
This opportunity has been playing with them for years.
If you know that fate has been playing with them for many years.
Not quite ready yet.
Just because it's not completely ready,
Become their destiny,
Their fate will come,
It draws them closer and pulls them away,
Fate drew them closer and drove them away.
It stood in their way,
Get in their way
Hold back your laughter,
hold one's laughter
Then jump to one side.
Then step aside.
There are signs and signals,
There are some signs and signals,
Even if they don't understand it.
Even if they don't understand it.
Maybe three years ago
Maybe three years ago.
Or just last Tuesday
Or just last Tuesday,
A leaf fluttered.
There is a leaf flying.
From one shoulder to the other?
Side by side?
Something was dropped and then picked up.
You dropped something and picked it up?
Who knows, maybe the missing ball.
Who knows, maybe it's that one
Into the bushes of childhood?
A ball that disappeared in the childhood bush?
There are doorknobs and doorbells.
And I've already touched it beforehand.
One contact covers the other in advance.
Layers of doorknobs and doorbells.
The suitcases are checked and placed side by side.
Luggage cases placed side by side after inspection.
One night, maybe, the same dream,
One night, maybe it was the same dream,
The morning becomes hazy.
It became blurred in the morning.
Every beginning
Every beginning
After all, it's just a sequel,
After all, it's just a sequel,
And the book of events
And a book full of plots
Always give up halfway.
Always start in the middle.
Simple English Poetry 3
The pride of youth
The pride of youth
Walter Scott
Walter Scott
Proud Messi is in the Woods, leaving so early;
Proud Macy strolled through the forest, stepping on the morning light;
The lovely robin sits on the bush and seldom sings.
The clever robin lives in the bushes and sings sweetly.
"Tell me, you beautiful bird, when will I marry me?"
"Tell me, beautiful bird, when shall I wear the wedding dress?"
"When six strong gentlemen carry you."
"Wait until six undertakers take you to church."
"Who made the wedding bed, bird, to be honest?"
"Who will make me a new bed? Good bird, don't lie.
"A sexton who digs graves at the right time."
"White-haired people send black-haired people, and you can't miss your bridal chamber when you dig a grave."
"Fireflies on graves and stones will light up your stability;
"Fireflies give off a faint light and light up your grave.
The owl on the steeple sings: Welcome, proud lady. "
The owl will sing at the spire: Welcome, proud girl. "