English poem about Apple 1
After picking apples, after picking apples
Robert Frost
My long double-headed ladder went through a tree.
The long ladder went through the top of the tree and erected two tips.
Still towards heaven.
Stab into the quiet sky.
There's still a bucket I haven't filled.
At the bottom of the ladder, there is a bucket.
Next to it, there may be two or three more
I haven't filled it yet. There are two or three more.
I didn't pick apples on the branches.
The apple is left on the branch, and I haven't picked it yet.
But I don't pick apples now.
But I have finished picking apples.
The essence of winter sleep is at night,
The smell of hibernation is everywhere.
The smell of apples; I am dozing off.
That tangy apple fragrance: I'm drunk and sleepy.
I can't erase the strangeness in front of me.
I rubbed my eyes, but I couldn't get rid of the spectacle in front of me.
I looked through a piece of glass.
That's me in the drinking trough this morning.
I skimmed from the drinking trough this morning,
A picked-up ice crystal.
Opposite to the green grass.
A world with thick frost and decaying grass.
It melted and I let it fall and break it.
The ice melted and I fell off it. It is broken.
But I'm fine.
But it hasn't landed yet,
On my way to sleep, before it fell,
I almost fell asleep.
I can see that,
I can still say,
What my dream will be like.
What is my dream?
Enlarged apples appear and disappear,
The swollen apple is flashing,
Stem end and flower end,
Branches at one end and flowers at the other,
Every bit of auburn is clearly visible.
Every reddish-brown spot is clearly visible.
My instep arch not only hurts,
The soles of my feet not only endure pain.
It can keep the pressure of the ladder.
But also bear the weight of the ladder,
When the branches bend, I feel the ladder shaking.
When the branches shake,
I have been hearing news from the cellar.
I feel that the ladder has been shaking and rumbling.
That rumbling sound,
I heard it from time to time in the basement,
Car after car of apples came in.
Apples were sent to the cellar in barrels.
Because I have eaten too much,
Because I picked so many,
Pick apples; I'm so tired,
Apple, I feel exhausted.
I long for a bumper harvest.
Although I have been looking forward to such a good harvest.
There are 10 thousand fruits to touch,
Thousands of apples need to be picked,
Cherish it in your hand, lift it up and don't let it fall.
Take Jane in your hand and put it down gently. Don't drop it.
although
Because all the apples
Hit the earth,
As soon as you land,
Whether it is scratched or punctured by stubble,
Even if I didn't get hit or stabbed by a straw stalk,
Definitely go to the cider pile
I'm sure I'll pile it up and make wine
Worthless.
It seems worthless.
People can see what will cause trouble,
You can see what is disturbing,
My sleep, whatever it is.
My sleep, whether it is sleep or not.
If he hadn't left,
If the groundhog hasn't left yet,
The groundhog can tell whether it looks like his.
After listening to my description of sleep,
Long sleep, as I described it,
It would say it's a bit like its hibernation,
Or just some human sleep.
In other words, this is just human hibernation.
English Poems on Apple II
A drop of water fell on the apple tree.
The other is on the roof;
Six kissed the eaves,
Make the gables laugh.
Some people go to help the stream,
To help the ocean.
I guess for myself, are they pearls?
What necklace will it be!
Dust is replaced on the elevated road,
Birds are singing;
Sunshine threw away his hat,
The orchard is covered with sequins.
The breeze brought the depressed pipa,
Immerse them in joy;
A flag was raised in the east,
Sign and leave
A drop of rain fell on the apple tree.
The other drops on the roof;
Many, many kisses on the eaves,
Wipe the side wall straight.
Some melt in the stream,
The stream flows into the sea again.
I thought, if they are pearls,
This necklace is not good!
The rain washed away the dust on the road,
Birds sing happily;
The sun blew away the dark clouds,
Raindrops glistened on the fruit trees.
The breeze blows gently,
Play happily;
The sun gives off golden light,
Ended the celebration.