Love is like the sunshine in the morning.
Love is like the morning sun
Many times, when I think alone,
I feel your presence entering me.
Like the morning sun,
Fill my memories and dreams of us.
With a warm and clear light.
You have become my love, my life,
Together, we shaped our world.
Until now, it looks as natural as breathing.
But I remember it wasn't always like this before-
Peace and happiness seem to be more often.
Like to intrude into my life.
They are familiar partners today;
When we try to get to know each other,
But it always smoothes out those rough places
Until we completely shared ourselves.
We can never completely get rid of our lives.
Sad and difficult times
but we ...
We can understand them together and grow together.
Whether as an individual or as a loving couple, they are stronger.
If I can't tell you as often as I hope,
Because I can never tell you enough-
I am very grateful to you.
Share your life with me,
My love for you will last forever.
Edmund O 'Neill
The famous English poem 2 is getting old. What is getting old?
What is getting old?
Is to lose the glory of form,
The luster of the eyes?
Give up her wreath for beauty?
Yes, but that's not all.
Why are you getting old?
Have you lost your proud appearance?
Dim eyes?
Or is the beautiful face stripped of its crown?
Yes, but far from it.
Is it to feel our strength?
Not only our youth, but also our strength? Rot?
Is to feel every limb
Become rigid, every function is inaccurate,
Every nerve becomes more fragile?
Is to feel your own strength.
Not only is youth gone, but also the decline of strength?
The gradual stiffness of limbs is a deep feeling.
Move slowly
Nervous relaxation?
Yes, this, and more! But no,
Ah, this is not what we dreamed of when we were young!
This is not our life.
As soft as the sunset glow,
The decline of a golden day!
Yes, that's it, and, but no.
Oh, this is not the old age you and I dreamed of when we were young!
Our lives have not become
As mature and soft as the light of the sunset.
Just like the dusk of a day!
This is not to see the world.
From a height, preoccupied with prophetic eyes,
The heart was deeply touched;
Cry, feel the fullness of the past,
Gone forever!
Look at the world.
Eyes that no longer predict ecstatically from a height.
The heart is not easy to be deeply shocked.
Cry, or feel the fullness of the lost years.
Time goes by.
That is to spend a long day.
Never thought we were young.
It's a supplement, confinement
In this hot prison, the moon
Spend a few months with fatigue and pain.
The days are long.
I don't feel young.
It has accumulated and solidified bit by bit in the years.
In the cage now, there are countless suns and moons.
Weakness and pain increase.
That's what I suffer,
And feelings, but half, weakly, our feelings:
Deep in our hidden hearts.
Deteriorating the vague memory of change,
But no feelings, not at all.
It is enduring all this.
Feel everything with an incomplete heart and a fragile heart.
in one's heart of hearts
Those boring memories have slowly rotted away.
Without leaving a trace of emotion, not at all
This is the final stage.
When we were frozen inside, it was quiet.
Our own visions,
Hear the world applaud the hollow ghost.
The blame lies with the living.
Finally came to the last stage of life.
When the heart freezes, only the rest
Your own ghost walks
We heard that the world welcomes death.
He always condemns all people who are born.
The famous English poem A Visit from Saint Nicholas visited Saint Nicholas.
It was the night before Christmas, when the whole house
Not a living thing is moving, not even a mouse;
Socks hang carefully by the chimney,
I hope St. Nicholas will be there soon;
On Christmas Eve,
No one in the whole room is arguing,
Don't even make trouble with mice;
Socks were carefully hung on the chimney,
I hope St. Nicholas will come soon;
The children lay comfortably in bed,
When the image of sugar plums beats in their minds;
Mom wears a headscarf, I wear a hat,
Just solved our brain's long winter nap,
I hope St. Nicholas will come soon;
The children lay comfortably in bed,
Although their minds are still beating with the illusion of small sugar balls;
Mom wrapped the headscarf, I put on my hat,
We just decided to have a good sleep,
When there is such a noise on the lawn outside,
I jumped out of bed to see what happened.
I flew to the window like lightning,
Tear open the blinds and pull up the window sash.
Just then, there was a noise on the grass outside.
I jumped out of bed to find out,
Like a flash, I rushed to the window, as fast as a flash.
Open the blinds and pull up the window frame.
The moon on the chest of new snow
Give the objects below a midday glow,
When should my curious eyes appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight reindeer,
I saw the moonlight shining on the chest of the new snow.
Cover everything under the moon with noon light;
At this time, there was a scene that made me dumbfounded.
This is a sleigh and eight reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and agile,
I knew at once that this must be St. Nick.
They came faster than the eagle,
He whistled, shouted and called their names;
There is a little old coachman sitting on it.
He is so lively and agile,
I immediately realized that this must be saint nicholas.
His war horse runs faster than an eagle,
He whistled, shouted and called their names:
"Now, dasher! Now, dancer! Now, Prasse and Wicksen!
Go, comet! Go, Cupid! Come on, Tang De and Blitzen!
Go to the top of the porch! Go to the top of the wall!
Now run! Run! Wash everything away! "
? Hey, Dasher! Hey, dancer!
Hey, plank and Vic!
Forward, comity! Forward, Jupiter!
Forward, Tang De and Blitzen!
Hey, go, go, come with me,
Run to the top of the porch, to the top of the fence! ?
Like dead leaves before a wild hurricane,
When they encounter obstacles, they climb into the sky;
So they flew to the hounds on the roof,
Sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas.
They are like dead leaves, with the crazy hurricane,
Ascend to heaven when encountering obstacles,
Pulling a sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas,
The reindeer flew to the roof,
Then, in a flash, I heard on the roof.
The jump and claw of each small hoof.
When I take back my thoughts and turn around,
Saint Nicholas jumped out of the chimney.
Suddenly I heard the sound of the roof.
There was the sound of little hooves jumping and kicking,
When I turned my head back,
I saw Saint Nicholas jump down the chimney.
He was dressed in fur from head to toe,
His clothes were stained with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he threw on his back,
He looks like a peddler who just opened his bag.
He was dressed in fur all over,
His clothes were stained with soot,
He is carrying a bag of toys.
He looks like a peddler opening a bag.
His eyes? How they twinkle! How happy his dimples are!
His cheeks are like roses, and his nose is like cherries!
His funny little mouth sticks up like a bow.
The beard on his chin is as white as snow;
His eyes are glowing! His dimples are full of joy!
His cheeks are as red as roses and his nose is like cherries.
His funny mouth is like a bow,
His chin and beard are as white as snow,
He clenched the stub of his pipe with his teeth,
Smoke encircled his head like a wreath;
He has a wide face and a round belly.
When he smiles, it's like a bowl of jelly.
He clenched his pipe.
White smoke is like a wreath on his head,
He has a Zhang Kuan face and a small round belly.
When he laughed,
He is fat and a happy old elf.
I couldn't help laughing when I saw him;
He blinked and twisted his head,
Let me know soon that I have nothing to fear;
My stomach shakes like a bowl full of jelly.
He is round and fat,
True and false is a happy old urchin;
When I saw him, I couldn't help laughing.
He turned his head and winked at me.
Let me know that I am fearless,
He went straight to work without saying a word,
Filled all the socks; And then suddenly turned around,
Put your finger next to your nose,
He nodded and climbed up the chimney.
He went to work without saying a word,
He filled every sock and then turned quickly.
He put his finger on the edge of his nose,
Nodded, jumped on the chimney,
He jumped on the sleigh and whistled to his team.
They flew away like thistle fluff,
But I heard him shout, before he could drive out of sight,
"Merry Christmas and good night."
He jumped on the sleigh and whistled at his deer team.
They flew away like the crests of thistles.
Before he drove away, I heard him shouting,
? Merry Christmas and good night! ?