Poems about the beautiful world 1. Poems praising the beauty of the world

The farthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The farthest distance in the world is not when I stand in front of you, but when I am obsessed with you, I can't say that I love you. The distance is not that I can't say I love you, but that I miss you deeply but can only be buried deep in my heart. The farthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I miss you, but that I love each other but I can't be together. The farthest distance in the world is not that I love each other but I can't be together, but that I know that true love is invincible but I pretend not to care. The farthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the farthest distance in the world that branches growing on the same root can't depend on each other in the wind. It's not that the branches can't depend on each other, but the stars that look at each other don't meet. The farthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between the stars, but that even if the trajectories meet, there is nowhere to find them in an instant. The farthest distance in the world is that the distance between fish and birds is in the sky. One dives deep into the sea, followed by the English version: the most distant way in the world the most distant way in the world is not the way from birth to the end. It is when I sit near you. at you don't understand i love u. The most distant way in the world is not that you're not sure i love u. It is when my love is bewildering the soul bu t i can't speak it out. The most distant way in the world is not that i can't say i love u. it is after looking into my heart i can't change my love. T he most distant way in the world is not that i'm loving u. it is in our love we are keeping between the distance. The most distant way in the world is not the distance across us. it is when we're breaking through the way we deny the existance of love. So the most distant way in the world is not in two distant trees. it is the same rooted branches can't enjoy the co-existance. So the most distant way in the world is not in the being sepearated branch es. it is in the blinking stars they can't burn the light. So the most distant way in the world is not the burning stars. it is after the light they ca n't be seen from afar. So the most distant way in the world is not the light that is fading away. it is the coincidence of us is not supposed for the l ove. So the most distant way in the world is the love between the fish and bird. one is flying at the sky, The other is looking up into the sea and: When you are old, your head is white, you are sleepy, and you are dozing by the fire, please take down this poem, read it slowly, and recall the softness of your eyes in the past and their heavy shadows in the past; How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you were young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. Hanging his head, beside the red-light stove, he whispered sadly about the disappearance of love. On the mountain overhead, he walked slowly, hiding his face among a group of stars.

original: when you are old when you are old and grey and full of seek and nooding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, AND DREAM KF THE SOFT LOOK YOUR EYES HAD ONCE, AND OF THEIR SHADOWS DEEP; HOW MANY LOVED YOUR MONMENTS 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 BEDING DOWN BESIDE THE GLOWING BARS, MURMUR,A LITTLE SADLY,HOW LOVE FIED AND PACED UPON THE MOUNTAINS OVERHEAD AND HID HIS FACE AMID A CROWD OF STARS。

2. The most beautiful poem in the world

The first realm: The farthest distance in the world (Tagore)

The farthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know I love you;

The furthest distance in the world is not that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you, but that I am so obsessed that I can't say I love you.

The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you, but that I miss you so much that I can only bury it in my heart.

The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I miss you, but that I love each other but can't be together.

The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other but not being together, but pretending not to care when you know that true love is invincible.

The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches growing from the same root, but they can't depend on each other in the wind.

The furthest distance in the world is not that the branches can't depend on each other, but that the stars look at each other, but there is no intersection trajectory;

The farthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between the stars, but that even though the trajectories meet, there is nowhere to find them in a twinkling;

The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find it in an instant, but that you are doomed to be unable to meet before you meet.

The farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and birds, one is in the sky, and the other is deep under the sea.

Dear, now that you are by my side, we can't love each other in the sun.

The second realm: To the Oak Tree (Shu Ting)

If I love you-

I will never show off myself like a climbing campbell

If I love you-

I will never learn from spoony birds

Repeating monotonous songs for the shade

Nor will I be like a fountain.

I must be a kapok near you

standing with you as the image of a tree

root, clinging to the underground

leaves, Touching in the clouds

We greet each other

but no one

understands our words

You have your copper branches and iron stems

like knives, swords

like halberds

I have my red flowers

like a heavy sigh

like a heroic torch < The rainbow

seems to be separated forever

but interdependent for life

This is the great love

Love ──

Not only love your stalwart body

but also love the position you insist on, the land under your feet

The third realm: See and See (Cangyang Gyatso Living Buddha)

You see. Or don't miss me

Love is there

Come or go

You love or don't love me

Love is there

No increase or decrease

You and, Or don't follow me

My hand is in your hand

Don't give up

Come to my arms

or

Let me live in your heart

Love silently

Silence and joy

The fourth realm: When you are old (Ye Zhi)

When you are old, your hair will turn white. Think back to the softness of your eyes in the past

Think back to their thick shadows in the past

How many people loved you when you were young and happy

The beauty, hypocrisy and sincerity of adore you

Only one person loved your pilgrim's soul

Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face

Hanging his head, Whispering mournfully about the loss of love by the flaming stove

walking slowly on the hill overhead

hiding a face among a group of stars

3. Beautiful poems

Poems describing the wind from different sides ~ (1)

Its ten fingers are just like the sun

giving trees and human souls.

It is too violent and too timid

Tearing up the cottage but unable to shake the green leaves-

Bark, peeling off desire.

The ugliness of human nature pollutes the earth like blood

When it blows, the dust flies.

(2)

Like snow in early winter, like fog in the suburbs

Like an acquaintance

All smiles and hidden swords.

it has no substance

but it has made monarchs in past dynasties really cry: wars continue.

(3)

The flame was blown out, and it was dark.

Irritated water, the waves washed away the land.

Sick and sick, day after day

Will weeds still exist, they are tall once more in the spring wind?

heroes end up, villains succeed

how many flames have been blown out by the wind!

(4)

The sky in which it sat, the dusk

A happy and silent garden blown through by it

Oh, dry the night.

And how many people are obsessed with the plot of

winding paths in the garden

flowers in full bloom, Predict its expected tomorrow

"Looking at a Snow in Spring"

Get on the train for spring

With a sharp sword of the season

Scrape

the restless bud

Let the little hand that has been frozen for a winter

reach out

hold the hunting flag

and go. Your

Dialogue about Spring and Snow

Flowing at random

Snowflakes send instructions in six directions

Sending wet messages

In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow

It is a sudden

cold spring

Holding everyone's love

Looking up at the sky. Is to wait

from Everything

Everything is fate

Everything is a cloud of smoke

Everything is a beginning without an ending

Everything is a fleeting pursuit

All joys are without smiles

All sufferings are without tears

All languages are repetitive

All communication is a first encounter

All faiths groan

All outbreaks have a moment of silence

All deaths have a long echo

Farewell to Cambridge

I left softly, just as I came gently;

I gently waved and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willow by the river, < P > is the bride in the sunset; The beautiful shadows in the waves are rippling in my heart.

the green grass on the soft mud is oily and swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of Cambridge,

I am willing to be an aquatic plant! That pool under the shade of elm,

is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky crushed among floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

dreaming?