Author: Ye Zhi (Ireland)
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the heavy shadows of their past;
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
I hung my head, by the red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars.
I'd rather be a torrent.
Author: Petofi (Hungary)
I would like to be a torrent or a mountain stream, walking on the rocky road.
As long as my lover is a small fish, swimming happily in my waves.
I want to be a barren forest on both sides of the river, and I fight bravely in the face of a gust of wind.
As long as my lover is a bird, it is my guest among the dense branches.
I hope the ruins are on steep cliffs. This silent destruction has not depressed me.
As long as my lover is green ivy, I will climb up intimately along my desolate forehead.
I hope it's a thatched cottage at the bottom of the valley, beaten by wind and rain.
As long as my lover is lovely, the flame flashes slowly and happily in my stove.
I wish the clouds were gray broken flags, floating around lazily in the vast sky.
As long as my lover is a coral sunset, it will shine brightly beside my pale face.
wild rose
Author: Goethe (Germany)
The teenager saw a rose, a little rose in the wilderness.
So delicate, so bright
The teenager hurried forward and looked very happy.
Rose, rose, red rose, little rose in the wilderness.
The boy said I'm going to pick your little roses in the wilderness.
Ross said I would stab you.
Let you never forget that I don't want to be picked by you.
Rose, rose, red rose, little rose in the wilderness.
The savage teenager went to her wilderness to pick small roses.
Ross stabbed him in self-defense, and Ross held back his tears in vain.
Or is it broken?
Rose, rose, red rose, little rose in the wilderness.
Please say again I love you
Author: Mrs Browning (UK)
I said it once, please tell me again that I love you.
Even if it is repeated over and over again.
You will think that this is a cuckoo song.
Please remember, between the green mountains and forests, in the valleys and fields.
If it lacks cuckoo syllables, even if it is fresh in spring.
Wearing green clothes is not perfect.
It's so dark around love
I only heard frightened voices in my ears.
In the midst of painful uneasiness
I cried, and I love you again.
Who would think there are too many stars? Every star rotates in space.
Who would think it's too much? Every flower is full of spring.
Say you love me, you love me, ring the bell.
Just remember to love me with your soul in silence.
For Yan Ni.
Author: Marx (Germany)
Yan Ni, laugh. You will be surprised why all my poems have only one title.
For Yan Ni, you are the only source of inspiration in the world, the comfort of genius, and the brilliance of thoughts shining in the depths of my soul. It's all hidden in your name.
Yan Ni, every letter of your name is magical, and every sound it makes is beautiful. Every chapter of music played by it lingers in my ears, as if it were a kind and beautiful god in fairy tales, as if it were Yin Hui with a bright moon in the sky on a spring night, as if it were the subtle sound of a golden string popping up.
Although there are countless pages, I will let your name fill thousands of books, let your name ignite the flame of thought, let the will to fight splash with the fountain of career, let the eternal and lasting truth of real life be revealed, and let the whole world of poetry appear in human history. At that time, may the old century lament, the new era rejoice and the universe shine forever.
Even if Yan Ni's name is engraved on the sand-like dice, I can pronounce it as gentle wind. The name Yan Ni seems to bring me a message of happiness. I will always praise her and let people know that the embodiment of love is Yan Ni.
billow
Author: quasimodo (Italian)
How many nights, I heard the gentle waves of the sea lapping against the soft beach.
Express a soft word with warmth.
As if a kind voice came from the lost years.
Through my memory, my mind keeps echoing.
Like the long, low cry of seagulls. may be
Birds fly to the plain to meet the charming spring scenery and sing tactfully.
The unforgettable years when you and I were there
With the whispers of the waves, how close we are.
Oh, how I wish I could hear the echo of my nostalgia.
Light waves like the sea float to your side in this boundless darkness.
Lorelei
Author: Heine (Germany)
I don't know why I am so sad.
An old myth bothers me.
With the evening breeze, the Rhine River is quietly cool.
In the evening sunset, the mountain peaks are shining with sunshine.
A stunning girl magically sat on the top of the mountain.
She has blond hair and gold jewelry is shining with gold.
She sang while combing her hair with a gold comb.
That piece of music is very beautiful and touching.
The boatman's hook on the boat caused countless sorrows.
He didn't look at the rocks in front of him. He only looks up to the heights.
I think both the boat and the boatman died in the waves.
This is caused by Lorelei banshee with her singing.
Athens maiden
Author: Byron (UK)
Maiden of Athens, give me my heart back before we leave.
Or since you have separated from me, keep it and take the rest.
Please listen to my parting oath. You are my life and I love you.
I want to snuggle up to my loose curly hair and chase every Aegean wind.
I want to snuggle up to those eyelash-like eyes and kiss the pink on your cheek.
I will snuggle in those deer-like eyes and swear that you are my life and I love you.
There are also red lips and a light and tight waist that I have long wanted to taste.
I want to snuggle up in those promised flowers, more than all words.
I want to say that you are my life and I love you.
Maiden of Athens, we broke up. Think of me when you are lonely.
Although I ran to Istanbul, Athens captured my heart and soul.
Can I not love you? No, you are my life. I love you.