Foreign classic English short poem: to a friend
I only ask you one thing, only one thing,
You will always be my dream lover;
I'll never wake up and find it untrue.
I believe and rely on all this,
Disappeared forever, like a vanished illusion.
Disappear into the night. Alas, it's so rare.
Some people have struck a chord with us.
It exists, but its tone is rarely heard.
We trembled at the almost forgotten sound.
The world is full of rude awakening.
The castle in heaven was razed to the ground,
However, our human desire still persists in vain.
From all mistakes to faith in beauty.
Oh, stop your hand and let my heart sing!
Mirage: a short foreign classic English poem
Why, after you left, you filled my days,
All the long nights are happy because of you
No loneliness, no pain,
But the great content should be these ways.
To fantasize that she dreams when she gets lost,
Let the light and the present be what she wants to be.
Who can tell the truth?
Not pregnant like a dream. Because of the delay
Obstacles may prevent the desired result;
A thousand misunderstandings may prevent
Our souls are no longer close, no longer merged;
Makes me think we have the same intention,
Everyone needs to call each other "friends!"
Maybe it's a futile illusion. I am very satisfied.
A short foreign classic English poem: Orchard Path
The path runs straight between the rows of flowers,
A path full of moonlight, surrounded by flower beds,
Flukau and marigold compete for space.
There are tall red dahlias and heather roses.
This is reckless profligacy
These rich perfumes floated into the night sky.
Sweep the garden like a feather.
There is a bright star shining in the tree.
Dear my childhood garden, here are my years.
Run away like a small grain of sand;
The moments in my life, its hopes and fears.
Where I am standing now, everyone has found a way to express themselves;
My eyes are sore from tears that have not flowed out.