七月的尾巴
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
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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!
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唯美的诗歌，让人读完之后，觉得美好，感受到久违的情感。下面是英语美文诗歌欣赏，希望对你有帮助。
Love is like the wild rose briar. Friendship like the holly tree.
爱情就像野玫瑰，友情却如冬青树。
The holly is dark when the rose briar blooms. But which will bloom most constantly?
玫瑰开花时冬青黯无光，但究竟谁能坚持更久长?
The wild rose briar is sweet in the spring. Its summer blossoms scent the art;
春天野玫瑰灿烂开放，夏日里玫瑰把风儿薰香。
Yet wait till winter comes again. And who will call the wild-briar fair?
但当严冬再次来临之时，谁还会赞美野玫瑰的美丽?
Then scorn the silly rose wreath now. And deck thee with the holly's sheen.
那时你不屑于枯萎的玫瑰，而用冬青的光彩将你装扮。
That when December blights thy brow. He may still leave thy garland green.
当十二月的严寒袭上你的眉头，你的冬青花环依旧绿意盎然。
(原文)
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
当年华已逝
当年华已逝，你两鬓斑白，沉沉欲睡，
坐在炉边慢慢打盹，请取下我的这本诗集，
请缓缓读起，如梦一般，你会重温，
你那脉脉眼波，她们是曾经那么的.深情和柔美。
多少人曾爱过你容光焕发的楚楚魅力，
爱你的倾城容颜，或是真心，或是做戏，
但只有一个人!他爱的是你圣洁虔诚的心!
当你洗尽铅华，伤逝红颜的老去，他也依然深爱着你!
炉里的火焰温暖明亮，你轻轻低下头去，
带着淡淡的凄然，为了枯萎熄灭的爱情，喃喃低语，
此时他正在千山万壑之间独自游荡，
在那满天凝视你的繁星后面隐起了脸庞。
Thank you for comforting me when I'm sad
Loving me when I'm mad
Picking me up when I'm down
Thank you for being my friend and beingaround
Teaching me the meaning of love
Encouraging me when I need a shove
But most of all thank you for
Loving me for who I am
感谢你在我伤心时安慰我，
当我生气时你护著我，
当我沮丧时你拉拔我。
感谢你作我的朋友并且在我身旁，
教导我爱的意义是什么，
当我需要动力时你鼓励我。
但我最想感谢你的是，
爱上像我这样的一个人。
