优美英语散文诗

Autumn of the Years

In autumn, the autumn leaves of orange are a drop of golden ink that falls on the earth. It will fall in the field and fall into the corner. Although it is not as good as flowers, it has its own unique fragrance, which makes people feel good. People pity, people want to read it to write the most beautiful articles. Love autumn, just like loving a real person, not only loves its wind and rain, warmth and modesty, but also loves the sincerity of its soul!

A beautiful season often gives people an inexplicable attraction, so that your heart is willing to chase it, and even want to be it! Only the experience and experience of the autumn will become calm and calm, calm and calm, and in every word and every way, there will be a kind of quietness in every move, transmitting a fascinating brilliance. A season has temperament, just like having a good life. Autumn not only allows us to enjoy the picturesque scenery, but also gives us the opportunity to read ourselves. When you walk through your heart, you will always remember its beauty. Autumn is the most voluminous gift we have given us on the way we walk. The road that has passed, the people who liked it, the scenery that has passed through the heart, are the source of poetry painting. The road you walked with your feet, the time you loved with your heart, will remain in your mind. Mild autumn, the autumn of the blast, really beautiful. There is always a season to wake up the dust that sleeps in your memory, and you feel everything about it. Those who know the autumn will cast a deep understanding for it.

There are two kinds of people in this world, people who have a relationship, people who have no chance. In some people, the distance between the heart and the heart is crossed in an instant, and some are impossible in a lifetime.

Sometimes people like the trees in the fall, shake off some troubles, heavy, trivial, and reduce the burden of the body and mind. A person carrying too many things will make you walk heavy and slow.

Time flies, people always refuse to believe that they are or are old, how many people still stay in yesterday's love? Repeatedly listening to the red dust that someone sang for her (he)? People, the feelings of this passionate years are gentle, and they will not become hard.

This fall, I want to write a story with a person. It doesn't need to be complicated. I don't need to be close to the body. As long as two hearts are true, one is pure, one knows, and one is slowly operating. Write a page with thanksgiving. The poems on the top are not extravagant, as long as the Xuan window passes through her (he)...

The autumn leaves on the branches are the feelings of one's heart, and the fallen leaves at the feet are countless stories that have happened in the past. Sometimes we will be buried in too many past events. Only when we step on our feet will they make a special sound, which is the elegant elegance of the Zen whispers...

If there is no plausible time in the palm of a person, it will be a silent loneliness. When I was listening, I heard the autumn rain, and the corners of my heart were washed. A person's heart is clean and transparent. He looks good and sees which one is beautiful. Even Qing Huan has become poetic.

On the land of November, the verses of autumn are everywhere. Standing in front of the autumn and reading quietly, there will be a breath and feelings reaching the depths of your heart, making you feel a different kind of splendor and fragrance.

Autumn wind, intentionally or unintentionally blowing a page of paper in my heart, my heart trembled silently in the ink, the affection that never changed, but did not dare to lift it again, dare not deliver again, too many pieces dare not put together……

How far are you in this autumn? Who are you guarding with a window of ordinary fireworks, and who is picking up an autumn leaf? I know that it will never be me, but if I have attended your life, have experienced your experience, and have lived deeply in a period of time you can read, is it good enough?

A golden wind and jade season, left a hug of a man's love, left a tear of a woman's tears, left a white in a soul, left a sincere touch and interpretation of life, already enough intoxicating Heart palpitations...

How many years is the cycle of the years? People in the world, who is not a passenger in this world? Go back and come again, come back and go back. The quicksand that has been swept away by time will eventually be deposited in the endless heart, the vicissitudes of life, and the story of the moon and the moon, which is inundated in the distance, and far away in the flood...

Life is like this lake autumn water! Come and go, hope that you will never be forever, wait until you are in the same place. Xia went, autumn is coming, and I am suffering from the silent fading of certain things. I only present a beautiful smile. All my understandings have become deep and shallow, with a faint sorrow. Also lightly dyed the fragrance of leisure...

In the autumn of the year, an autumn leaves, is a wandering returning swimmer, is a step into the eternal pace, is a nostalgia that can withstand the ravages of time, is a dusty heart washed, it passes through the dust, but does not dust, It is the most profound understanding of the red dust.

If the fall can be reunited, I hope to reunite with the initial heart, to express the inner monologue to a quiet period, to experience the essence of life to the essence of the most essential, is the most meaningful gift in this life, but also a sensation Deep and heavy journey...

【美文美诵】岁月之秋

深秋，橙黄的秋叶是一滴落在大地上的金色的墨汁，它一会落在田野，一会落在檐角，虽然不如花开旖旎，却有着自己独有的清香，让人生情，让人怜惜，让人想捧读它写出最美的文章。爱秋，就像爱一个真实的人，不止爱它的风雨率性，温暖谦和，更爱它灵魂的诚挚！

一个美好的季节，往往带给人一份莫名的吸引，让你的心愿意为它追逐，甚至愿意成为它！只有如秋一样的阅历和历练，才会变得气定神闲，从容淡定，一言一行，一举一动中有一种娴静之气，透射出迷人的光彩。一个季节有气质，就像拥有了美好的生命。秋不止让我们欣赏到如画的景致，更让我们有机会悦读自己。用心走过的时光，总会记得它的美。秋是在我们行走的路上送给我们的最丰盈的礼物。走过的路，喜欢过的人，动过心的风景，都是吟诗作画的源泉。用脚走过的路，用心爱过的光阴，都会留在脑海里。温和的秋，疾风骤起的秋，真的那么美。总有个季节唤醒你记忆中沉睡的尘埃，你将它的一切感同身受。懂秋的人，自会为它投来深深的领会。

这个世界上有两种人，有缘的人，无缘的人。有的人那段心与心之间的距离顷刻间就跨过，有的却一辈子都没有可能。

人有时候要像秋天的树木一样，抖落掉一些烦恼、沉重、琐屑，减少一点身体和心灵的重负。一个人背负太多的东西，会让你行走得沉重，缓慢。

光阴荏苒，总让人不肯相信自己正在或者已经老去，有多少人还停留在昨天的眷恋里？重复聆听着有人为她(他)唱起的那首红尘？人啊，终是被这多情的岁月温柔了情怀，不肯变得坚硬。

这个秋天，多想和一个人牵手写一段故事，不需要复杂，不需要身体的贴近，只要两颗真心，一份清纯，一份懂得，把一份缘慢慢经营，用感恩写一首扉页上的诗，不奢求根深蒂固，只要轩窗月明时经过的是她(他)……

树枝上的秋叶，是一个人心头的情愫，脚下的落叶，是生命过往里发生的无数个故事。有时候我们会被太多的往事深埋，只有自己踏上去的脚步才会使它们发出一种特殊的声响，那是禅风细语留下的清雅……

人的掌心里如果没有可念的光阴，定是一份无言的寂寞。惆怅的时候聆听一帘秋雨，心里的角落也被洗净了。一个人的心是干净透明的，他看什么都好看，看哪个都美，即便清欢也成了诗意。

十一月的大地上，处处落满了秋的诗句。站在秋面前安静地品读时，会有一种气息和感念直抵你的心灵深处，让你感觉到一种别样的灿烂与芳华。

秋风，有意无意地吹乱心中的一页页纸，心在墨香里无声地颤抖着，那一眸从未更改的深情却不敢再抬起，不敢再交付，太多的碎片不敢再拼凑……

这个秋天远方的你可好？你正和谁守着一窗平凡的烟火，你拾起的一片秋叶正在和谁端详轻嗅？我知道那永远不会是我，但如果我出席过你的生命，精彩过你的经历，在你可念的一段光阴里深刻地驻留，是不是已经足够好？

一个金风玉露的季节，留下过一个男人大爱的拥抱，留下过一个女人滴下的热泪，留下过一颗灵魂里的洁白，留下过对人生真诚的触摸和解读，已经足够醉人心魄……

岁月轮回多少秋？世上的人，谁不是这人间的过客？归去了又来，来了又归去。被时光卷走的流沙，终会沉积在无尽的心底，人世沧桑，终是月缺月圆的故事，在遥远里淹没，又在淹没中遥远……

人生多像这一湖秋水啊！蹉跎而来，蹉跎而去，希望永远的未曾永远，等在原地的等不回曾经。夏去了，秋来了，只身承受着某些东西的无声凋谢，只呈上一份凄美的微笑，一切的心悟都成为笔下蕴藏的深深浅浅，浓浓淡淡，略带一缕忧伤，又轻染闲愁的暗香……

岁月之秋，一枚枚秋叶，是倦游归来的游子，是流入永恒的步履，是经得起时光摧残的留恋，是洗净了的一颗尘心，它经了尘，却不蒙尘，是红尘中最具深意的懂得。

如果秋天可重逢，我希望重逢的是那颗初心，把内心的独白说给一段安静的岁月，把人生煎熬历练到最本质的精髓，就是今生来过的最有意义的馈赠，也是一趟情深义重的旅程……

这里有更多的英语美文：岁月之秋

古 英语诗歌 根植于英国,由最初的口头吟诵到后来的书面文学,其内容丰富,题材多样,在一千五百多年的发展过程中,其诗体韵律形式经历了一系的兴替和嬗变。下面是我带来的优美清新的英语 散文 诗，欢迎阅读!优美清新的 英语散文 诗篇一 总有另一片天 there is another sky There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin, Never mind silent fields - Here is a little forest, Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum: Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come! 总有另一片天 晴空长宁如洗 艳阳如约而至 划开彼处幽暗 不必在枯萎的丛林的徜徉，Austin 切勿回望沉寂的原野 此处自有从林一簇 绿叶常开不落 此处别有明净嘉园 寒雾四时无侵 在永不凋零的花间 我听见蜜蜂在欢欣呤唱 请你，我的兄弟 请来我的花园畅游 优美清新的英语散文诗篇二 There's no earthly way of knowing What was in your heart 并没有现成的 方法 来了解你的心 When it stopped going 当心跳停止 The whole world shook 整个世界为之震动 A storm was blowing through you 暴风雨即将袭击你 Waiting for God to stop this 等待上帝去阻止这疯狂的一切 And up to your neck in darkness 你在黑暗中伸长脖子 Everyone around you was corrupted 你周围的人都被污染了 Saying somethin' 他们说 There's no dignity in death 死亡没有尊严 To sell the world your last breath 将你最后一口气出卖给全世界 They're still fighting over Everything you left over 你留下的所有，他们都在争夺 I saw you standing at the gates When Marlon Brando passed away Marlon Brando死去的时候我看到你站在门边 You had that look upon your face Advertising space 你与 广告 看板上的你有著同样的表情 And No one learned from your mistakes 没有人从你犯的错中吸取教训 We let our profit s go to waste 我们让我们的收益白白浪费 All that's left in any case Is Advertising space 在广告看板中也许能留下一些 Through your eyes The world was burning 在你的眼中看到世界在燃烧 Please be gentle 请温柔地对我 I'm still learning 我还在学习 You seemed to say As you kept turning up 当你的欲望被激发，你好象在这样说 They poisoned you with compromise 他们用和解毒害你 At what point did you realise 你如何能了解 Everybody loves your lies 所有人爱你的谎言 But you ahahh 但你 Special agent for the man Through watergate and vietnam No one really gave a damn 没有人在乎 Did you think the CIA did 你认为中央情报局在乎吗 I've seen your daughter 我见过你的女儿 Man shes cute 天啊她真漂亮 I was scared but I wanted to 我有点被吓到 Boy she looks a lot like you 天啊她跟你长得真像 优美清新的英语散文诗篇三 "Sic transit gloria mundi," "How doth the busy bee," "Dum vivimusvivamus," I stay mine enemy! Oh "veni, vidi, vici!" Oh caputcap-a-pie! And oh "memento mori" When I am far from thee! Hurrah forPeter Parley! Hurrah for Daniel Boone! Three cheers, sir, for thegentleman Who first observed the moon! Peter, put up thesunshine; Patti, arrange the stars; Tell Luna, tea is waiting, And callyour brother Mars! Put down the apple, Adam, And come away with me, Soshalt thou have a pippin From off my father's tree! I climb the "Hill ofScience," I "view the landscape o'er;" Such transcendental prospect, Ine'er beheld before! Unto the Legislature My country bids me go; I'lltake my india rubbers, In case the wind should blow! During myeducation, It was announced to me That gravitation, stumbling, Fellfrom an apple tree! The earth upon an axis Was once supposed toturn, By way of a gymnastic In honor of the sun! It was the braveColumbus, A sailing o'er the tide, Who notified the nations Of where Iwould reside! Mortality is fatal -- Gentility is fine, Rascality,heroic, Insolvency, sublime! Our Fathers being weary, Laid down onBunker Hill; And tho' full many a morning, Yet they are sleeping still,-- The trumpet, sir, shall wake them, In dreams I see them rise, Eachwith a solemn musket A marching to the skies! A coward will remain,Sir, Until the fight is done; But an immortal hero Will take his hat,and run! Good bye, Sir, I am going; My country calleth me; Allow me,Sir, at parting, To wipe my weeping e'e. In token of ourfriendship Accept this "Bonnie Doon," And when the hand that pluckedit Hath passed beyond the moon, The memory of my ashes Will consolationbe; Then, farewell, Tuscarora, And farewell, Sir, tothee!“世上的事情飞逝而过” “忙碌的蜜蜂又能如何?” “活着，我们就应生活” 我，不拒斥我的敌人! 呵，“来过了，看过了，征服了” 呵，从头到脚! 当我离你遥远的时候 “别忘记，死亡一直存在于左右” 欢呼，为彼特·帕雷! 欢呼，为丹尼尔·布奈! 还有三声喝彩，先生，献给 那第一个观察到月亮的绅士。 彼特，燃起日光吧 帕提，排列星斗吧 告诉月神，茶已经备好 再叫上你的兄弟战神。 请摘了那苹果，亚当 和我一起离开吧 你应当有这么一颗果子 来自我父亲的果树! 我攀爬“科学之峰” 我饱览各种景色; 这种超越 经验 的展望， 之前，我从未见过! 到议会来 我的国家命令我， 我要带上我的印度雨衣 以防刮起大风。 万有引力，磕绊了一下 从苹果树上跌落下来。 在学校的时候 这些都对我讲过。 人们曾经以为 地球绕轴旋转， 是以 体操 的方式 在向太阳表达敬意。 正是勇敢的哥伦布 在波涛间航行， 探明了许多国度 其间便有我居住的地方。 终有一死，已经注定—— 安然，是美好的 行恶，是冒险的 破产，让人心生敬意! 我们的先辈已经厌倦了 他们在邦克山上躺下; 无数个清晨降临过那里 但他们仍静静地睡着—— 先生，应当用喇叭唤醒他们 我在梦里看见他们纷纷起身 每人手握一杆神圣的毛瑟枪 向天空进发 懦夫呆立不动，先生 直到战争结束; 其间惟有一个不朽的英雄 抓起帽子，飞快离开! 再见了，先生，我要走了 我的国家在召唤我; 允许我，先生，在离别之前 揩干我流泪的双眼 作为我们友谊的标志 请收下这座“波尼·督恩”， 当曾摩挲过它的手已经高过云端 对我骨灰的回忆 将会成为一种慰藉 那时，再见了，塔斯卡罗拉 还有你，先生，再见了! 看了“优美清新的英语散文诗”的人还看了： 1. 优美清新的英文短诗歌 2. 简短的英文小诗 3. 英语优美散文诗欣赏 4. 优美的英文散文 5. 优美英文散文

诗歌作为一种特殊的文学体裁,有其独特的诗学和翻译原则。下面是我带来的优美英语 散文 诗歌，欢迎阅读!优美 英语散文 诗歌精选 Flute in Rain This is the sound of a flute In waves of twilight rain Days beyond our sight The autumn speaks again To a young man Distant and strange The past Is clearer than any book describes Yellow leaves blew Over the campus In a season clear and high Drawing that wonderful cool sense of emptiness Yellow leaves always But that pure flute fills the way Like wandering a July plateau Boundless grass in rolling hills Hooves in the midnight clay Yet I still hear the past Old autumn's footfalls Outside this high window Pigeons flashed at dusk On whose balcony do they now roost? The sound of a flute drifts loosely, drifts into distant space 雨中长笛 林莽 这是长笛的声音 黄昏的雨飘个不停 (可以把音量放得小一点) 那些日子已经远得看不见了 秋天在和一个少年的心灵对话 既遥远又陌生 那些逝去的日子 比书中描写得更确切 校园里的树叶黄了 飘了一地 心中的秋天更高远 高得让人发空 落叶在风中滚动 长笛却很纯净 纯净得有如漫步于高原的七月 草场无垠 马群在月光下漫游 而我还听到了那逝去的 深秋里的脚步声 就在这高高的楼窗前 夕阳里闪动的鸽群 现在不知在哪个阳台上躲雨 长笛的声音在飘 飘得很远 优美英语散文诗歌阅读 Thirst tonight all the light is shining for you tonight you are a small colony that remains for a long time, melancholy seeping from your body, with exquisite drops of water the moon is like a clean, fragrant body sound asleep, it gives off a seductive smell a night is pressed on either side by two days between them all, the dark circles around your eyes stay joyful what kind of clamour is piled up into your body? inconsolable, one feels some substance taking shape the walls in dreams blacken so that you see traces of triangular overflow the pores of the whole body open ungraspable meaning stars in the night sky shine with inhuman shine while your eyes are loaded with the sadness and content of remote antiquity and with them the agony of satisfaction as you look on gracefully, the power of a demon makes of this moment an indelible memory 渴望 今晚所有的光只为你照亮 今晚你是一小块殖民地 久久停留，忧郁从你身体内 渗出，带着细腻的水滴 月亮像一团光洁芬芳的肉体 酣睡，发出诱人的气息 两个白昼夹着一个夜晚 在它们之间，你黑色眼圈 保持着欣喜 怎样的喧嚣堆积成我的身体 无法安慰，感到有某种物体将形成 梦中的墙壁发黑 使你看见三角形泛滥的影子 全身每个毛孔都张开 不可捉摸的意义 星星在夜空毫无人性地闪耀 而你的眼睛装满 来自远古的悲哀和快意 带着心满意足的创痛 你优美的注视中，有着恶魔的力量 使这一刻，成为无法抹掉的记忆 优美英语散文诗歌学习 Song of the True Self By Walt Whitman (originally in English) Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the art and argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the elder hand of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers .....and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson* of the creation is love. And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields, And brown ants in the little wells beneath them, And mossy scabs of the worm fence, and heap'd stones, and elder, and mullein and poke-weed. 真我之歌 祥和与了悟迅即充溢我的四周 超越世间所有的技巧与争辩 我明白上帝的手就是我亘古的手 上帝的圣灵就是我的长兄 世间的男子也全是我的弟兄 世间的女子都是我的姊妹与爱人 造化的精髓就是爱 在田野里硬挺或下垂的叶子上 在叶下小洞的棕色蚂蚁群里 在篱笆上的苔痕、石堆、接骨木、毛蕊花和商陆草中 我看到无限 No American writer has had as powerful an influence in as many parts of the world and on asmany creative fields as the renowned nineteenth-century poet, essayist, journalist and mystic Walt Whitman(1819-1892).His profound impact on countless authors, artists and social thinkers stems from the spiritual insights and universalthemes expressed in his works, which resonate with the message of all the great Masters ofEast and West throughout the ages. 华特.惠特曼(Walt Whitman 1819-1892)是美国十九世纪著名的诗人、散文家、记者兼神 主义者，他对世界许多层面及不同创作领域所带来的影响既深且广，全美作家中无人能出其右。他的作品所蕴涵的灵性洞察力和宇宙观，对无数的作家、艺术家和社会思想家造成深远的影响，而且也与历年来东西方的大师们所传达的讯息相呼应.

A Red Red Rose O My luve’s* like a red, red rose， That’s newly sprung in June； O my luve’s like the melodie， That’s sweetly play’d in tune． As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I； And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry． Till a’ the seas gang* dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun； I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run.And fare thee weel, my only luve, And fare thee weel a while! And I will come again, my luve, Tho’ it were ten thousand mile! 一朵红红的玫瑰呵，我的爱人像一朵红红的玫瑰，蓓蕾初放正值花季；呵，我的爱人像一首甜甜的乐曲，旋律奏响最合时宜。姑娘，如此娇好美丽，我怎能不深深爱你! 我将爱你直至永远，亲爱的，纵使天下的海水销声绝迹。纵使天下的海水销声绝迹，太阳把世上的岩石熔为浆泥；呵，我还要爱你，亲爱的，只要我生命的沙漏尚能为继。再见吧，我唯一的爱，让我们暂时别离! 我将重回你的身边，我的爱，哪怕远隔千里万里!