There you will not come at dusk on closing water lilies, And the shadow of mountains will not fall on your heart. 倘若你还记得,请你永远离开, 奔向那远离湖泊的平原或草场, 你将遇不到暮色中合拢的睡莲, 山影也不会落在你心波上荡漾。
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William Shakespeare Water Lilies If you have forgotten water lilies floating On a dark lake among mountains in the afternoon shade, If you have forgotten their wet, sleepy fragrance, Then you can return and not be afraid. ... Sara Teasdale Cosmopolitan While it flawlessly divines itself during ...
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Looking back at the autumn in the five lakes, the west wind blows the water lilies. 47.I was fifty-four when I returned from Shu in the Wuxu year of Chunxi, and I am thirty-two now. [Song Dynasty] Lu You Passing through Yumen Pass and reaching Jiuquan was something that people in...
This is a collection of poems that I wrote about nature and wildlife, and our interactions with the natural world.
ginger flowers,Heliconia images,hibiscus image,images of exotic flowers,Plumeria image,water liliesonAugust 13, 2017. These copa de oro blooms on the right have formed a tight little fist that will spring open to reveal the petals that are shown on the left.. ...
Water Lilies If you have forgotten water lilies floating On a dark lake among mountains in the afternoon shade, If you have forgotten their wet, sleepy fragrance, Then you can return and not be afraid. ... Sara Teasdale Joyful Heart Oh ...
Will there really be a "Morning"? Is there such a thing as "Day"? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they? Has it feet like Water lilies? Has it feathers like a Bird? Is it brought from famous countries ...
He shew'd me lilies for my hair,And blushing roses for my brow;He led me through his gardens fair,Where all his golden pleasures grow.With sweet May dews my wings were wet,And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage;He caught me in his silken net,And shut me in his golden cage.He loves to...