English poetry 1 praise love for kern to a.p.kern.
I remember a wonderful moment.
I remember that wonderful moment:
You appeared in front of my eyes,
You showed up right in front of my eyes,
Like a phantom, fleeting,
Like a flash in the pan,
Like the purest and most beautiful elf.
Like the embodiment of pure beauty.
In the torment of despair and melancholy,
Desperate sadness tormented me,
In the noisy time of the world,
I'm very upset because I'm so busy.
That voice sounded so softly,
A gentle voice always rings in my ear,
I dreamed of your lovely face.
Charming figures always haunt my dreams.
Time flies. The impact of the storm
The years passed. Waves of vague impulses
Dispelling the dreams of the past,
Like a storm blowing away the illusions of the past,
I forgot your gentle voice,
I forgot your gentle voice,
And the characteristics of your heavenly face.
I forgot your fairy face, too.
In distant places, in gloomy isolation,
In the desolate countryside, in the darkness of imprisonment,
My life is quiet, nothing is new,
My time is quietly extending,
No face like a god, no inspiration,
There is no god to worship, no inspiration,
No tears, no life, no love, no you.
No tears, no life, no love.
Then my soul woke up,
My heart finally woke up again,
Your face appears again,
You appeared in front of my eyes again,
Like a phantom, fleeting,
Like a flash in the pan,
Like the purest and most beautiful elf.
Like the embodiment of pure beauty.
My heart is pounding,
The heart sprouts in ecstasy,
Appeared again for its sake
Everything is born for it:
A face like a god, an inspiration,
With a respected god and inspiration,
Life, tears, love, and you
There are tears, life and love.
Love & Friendship, emily bronte
Emily's Love & Friendship? Bronte
Love is like a wild rose. Friendship is like holly.
Love is like wild roses, but friendship is like holly.
Holly is black when roses bloom. But which one will bloom most often?
Holly is dark when roses bloom, but who can last longer?
Wild roses in spring are sweet. Its summer flowers fragrant the air;
Wild roses bloom brilliantly in spring, and roses make the wind fragrant in summer.
But when winter comes again. Who will say that wild roses are beautiful?
But winter is coming again. Who will praise the beauty of wild roses?
Then laugh at this stupid rose ring now. Decorate you with the brilliance of holly.
At that time, you disdained withered roses and dressed you with the brilliance of holly.
When December withers your forehead. He will still keep your wreath green.
When the cold of December hits your brow, your holly wreath is still full of green.
Love is stronger than forgetting.
Author e.e. cummings
Love is stronger than forgetting.
Thinner than memories
hardly has one wave subsided when another rises—one trouble follows another
More frequently than failure
This is the craziest and absurd.
More should not believe.
Than all the seas
Deeper than the sea
Love is always less important than victory.
More important than living.
Less than minimum start
Less than forgiveness
This is the most sensible and sunny.
It will not die.
Than all the sky.
Higher than the sky
Love is deeper than forgetting.
Love is stronger than forgetting.
Thinner than memory
Less than wet wave
Not just failure
This is the craziest, craziest
But compared to everyone,
An ocean deeper than the ocean.
It lasts longer.
Love is always rarer than victory.
But not just alive.
Cannot start before is greater than.
No less than understanding.
It is the clearest and most definite.
Compared with everyone else.
A sky higher than the sky
It is more immortal.