英文诗及赏析(均为英文) 共100字左右(约占报纸一个版面的三分之一左右)

英文诗及赏析(均为英文) 共100字左右(约占报纸一个版面的三分之一左右)
英文诗及赏析(均为英文) 共100字左右(约占报纸一个版面的三分之一左右)

英文诗及赏析(均为英文) 共100字左右(约占报纸一个版面的三分之一左右)
Love Your Life
热爱生活
Henry David Thoreau/享利.大卫.梭罗
However mean your life is,meet it and live it ;do not shun it and call it hard names.
It is not so bad as you are.It looks poorest when you are richest.The fault-finder will find faults in paradise.Love your life,poor as it is.
You may perhaps have some pleasant,thrilling,glorious hourss,even in a poor-house.
The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man’s abode;the snow melts before its door as early in the spring.
I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there,and have as cheering thoughts,as in a palace.
The town’s poor seem to me often to live the most in dependent lives of any.
May be they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving.
Most think that they are above being supported by the town;
but it of ten happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means.
which should be more disreputable.Cultivate poverty like a garden herb,like sage.
Do not trouble yourself much to get new things,whether clothes or friends,Turn the old,return to them.
Things do not change;we change.Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.
The furthest distance in the world
Is not between life and death
But when i stand in front of you
Yet you don't know that
I love you
The furthest distance in the world
Is not when i stand in font of you
Yet you can't see my love
But when undoubtedly knowing the love from both
Yet cannot
Be togehter
The furthest distance in the world
Is not being apart while being in love
But when plainly can not resist the yearning
Yet pretending
You have never been in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
Is not
But using one's indifferent heart
To dig an uncrossable river
For the one who loves you
赏析
Though there is firmly and fully believable that Love is the topic of the poems forever., this one is never die in the long history.
It goes without saying that the choice of the view is special. It did not describe how deep the lovers love each other or what they exactly the do after they full in love with each other. Just to tell us what is the most suffering thing in love step by step. Unique!
Second, It is really significant to a poem whether the sentences of it are regular or not. If it is, it can leads us to read and recite the poem. This one is the typical without any doubt.
The reputation of its writer--Tiger also helped this poem to be well-known by the individuals both young and old, males as well as females, the Chinese and also the foreigners.
For the reasons I have mentioned above, this one becomes immoral.
This poem----The furthest distance in the world shall never die.
夏之眠
Bed in Summer
作者：Robert Louis Stevenson
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?

Life(中文对照)
L.hughes
Life can be good,
Life can be bad,
Life is mostly cheerful,
But sometimes sad.
Life can be dreams,
Life can be great thoughts;
Life can mean a person,
Sitting in court.
Life can be dirty,
Life can even be painful;
But life is what you make it,
So try to make it beautiful.

My father was my hero, all throughout my life.
The father of eight children, he saw his share of strife1.
When I was very little, he appeared to be so large.
In my eyes he could do anything, we all knew he was in charge2.
He was a man of great strength both physically and in mind,
but in him there was a gentleness, he found ways to be outgoing3 and kind.
Many days of childhood were greeted with a kiss,
and songs to me as I awoke, those days I surely miss.
He made me feel so special, “Miss America” he would sing.
I knew I had my father's love. It gave me courage to do most4 anything.
From him I learned to stand up tall, to be proud of who I am.
Strength and determination were the qualities of this fine man.
As the years of his life dwindled down5, that strength kept him alive.
Plus the unfailing determination to help my ailing6 mother have the care she needed to survive.
He loved her and his children, so much he gave up years of his life
caring for this woman, his soul?mate, his wife.
Day and night he struggled for years with her disease.
A lesser man would have been brought down to his knees7.
With illnesses of his own, he still stood by her side
caring for her and loving her until the day she died.
Twenty days later his own time was at an end.
I lost my hero, my father, a man who was my friend.
A few years have passed, and life just isn't the same.
But as Father's Day approaches, I will celebrate8 his name.
With prayers to him and God above to stay by my side,
to watch over me and guide me, to look down on me with pride.
For I am my father's daughter, one day we will meet again.
But until then I will remember, and the love will never end.
The sea 大海
The sea! the sea! the open sea !
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runneth the earth'wide regions round;
It plays with the clouds;it mocks the skies;
Or like a creadled creature lies.
I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea!
I am where I would ever be;
With the blue above, and the blue below,
And silence whereso'er Igo;
If a storm should come and awake the deep,
What matter? I shall ride and sleep.
I love, O, how I love to ride
On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide,
When every mad wave drowns the moon
Or whistles aloft his tempest tune.
And tells how goeth the world below,
And why the sou, west blasts do blow.
I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But I loved the great sea more and more ,
And backwords flew to her billow breast,
Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest;
And a mother she was, and is, to me;
For I was born on the open sea!
The waves were white, and red the morn,
In the noisy hour when I was born;
And the whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled,
And the dolphins bared their backs of gold;
And never was heard such an outcry wild
As welcomed to life the ocean-child!
I've lived since then, in calm and strife,
Full fifty summers, a sailor's life,
With wealth to spend and a power to range,
But never have sought nor sighed for change;
And death, whenever he comes to me,
Shall come on the wild, unbounded sea!