诗人的灵魂就像一面镜子,映照出世界的美。
When you are young, you think you will be happy when you are older. But then you get older and you realize you were happy when you were young.
我梦到了我的儿子会成长为一个好人,一个拥有自由意志的人;我梦到了有一天,你会回到我们童年玩耍的这片土地,故地重游;我梦到了鲜花再次在街道上盛开……天空满是色彩斑斓的风筝!
She walks in beauty like the night,Of cloudless climes and starry skies;All that's best of dark and bright,Meet in her aspect and her eyes.