The 6 Most Beautiful Poems In The World Are Read At Least Once In A Lifetime.

1. a flowering tree

(Xi Murong)

How to let you meet me

At my most beautiful moment

For this

I have asked for five hundred years before Buddha.

Asking Buddha to let us have a duer.

Buddha is turning me into a tree.

Growing on the roadside that you pass by every day

Under the sun

It carefully bloomed with flowers all over

Duo is my previous life's hope.

When you come near

Please listen carefully.

Those shivering leaves

It's my waiting passion.

And when you finally ignore it

Behind you.

Friend

That's not petals.

Those are my withering heart

2. freedom and love

- Petfi (Hungary)

Life is precious.

The price of love is higher.

For freedom,

All two can be thrown away!

3. if life deceives you

--- Pushkin (Russia)

If life deceives you,

Don't be sad, don't be impatient!

Believe it, happy days will come.

The heart always yearns for the future, but now it is often melancholy.

Everything is going on, everything will be over.

And those that have passed will be kind memories.

4. Rain Lane

--- Dai Wangshu (China)

Holding an oil paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in a long, long way

Lonely rain lane,

I hope to meet each other.

A lilac like

A girl with worries.

She is.

The color of cloves.

The fragrance of cloves.

The sorrow of cloves,

Plaintive in the rain

Plaintive and hesitant.

She wandered in the lonely rain lane.

Oil paper umbrella

Like me,

Like me,

Silently walking slowly,

Indifference, sadness, melancholy.

She approached silently.

Approach and throw out

A sigh of relief.

She floated

Dreamlike

Like a dreamy sadness.

Floating like a dream

A lilac field.

I walked around the girl.

She was far away, far away.

To the decadent fence.

Walk through the rain lane.

In the sad melody of rain,

Her colours were removed.

Her fragrance was scattered.

And even her.

A sigh of relief.

Lilac like melancholy.

Holding an oil paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in a long, long way

Lonely rain lane,

I hope to drift.

A lilac like

A girl with worries.

5. when you are old

--- Yeats (Ireland)

My head was white and I was sleepy.

Take a nap beside the fire, please take down this poem.

Read slowly and recall the soft look of your past.

Recall the thick shadows of their past.

How many loved your moments of glad youth?

I admire your beauty, false or true.

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

Love the wrinkles in your old face;

Hung down, beside the glittering stove.

Mournfully whispering the loss of love,

On the top of the mountain it paced slowly.

Hidden in the face of a group of stars.

6., farewell to Cambridge.

--- Xu Zhimo (China)

Just as I came lightly.

I waved gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.

The golden willow on the riverside is the bride in the setting sun.

The shadow of the waves is rippling in my heart.

The oil and oil are swaying at the bottom of the water.

In the soft waves of the river, I will be willing to make a piece of water and grass!

A pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.

Shattered in the floating algae, precipitating the rainbow like dream.

To dream? To support a long pole to the green grass.

A boat full of stars, singing in the stars.

But I can not sing songs.

Summer insects keep silence for me, silent is Cambridge tonight.

Quietly, I left, as quietly as I came.

I waved my sleeves and did not take away a cloud.