英文描写友谊或季节的诗歌或散文 请问有知道描写桃花或枫叶的英文诗歌或散文的吗？大约2分钟的。
\u5173\u4e8e\u53cb\u60c5\u7684\u82f1\u8bed\u8bd7\u6b4c\uff08\u521d\u4e00\uff09we used to play outside each day
\u6211\u4eec\u4e60\u60ef\u4e86\u6bcf\u5929\u5728\u5916\u9762\u73a9
inseparable I used to say
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you always said come out and play
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sometimes we laugh sometimes we cry
\u6211\u4eec\u6709\u65f6\u7b11,\u6709\u65f6\u54ed
played hide and seek a thousand times
\u73a9\u8fc7\u4e86\u4e00\u5343\u6b21\u7684\u6349\u8ff7\u85cf
we almost never had a fight
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still friends
\u4f9d\u7136\u662f\u670b\u53cb
and I hope we'll be forever
\u6211\u5e0c\u671b\u6c38\u8fdc\u90fd\u662f
'cuz friends
\u56e0\u4e3a\u670b\u53cb
they should always try to stick together
\u5e94\u8be5\u662f\u5e38\u9ecf\u5728\u4e00\u8d77
still friends
\u4f9d\u7136\u662f\u670b\u53cb
all the time like sister and brother
\u5c31\u50cf\u5144\u5f1f\u59d0\u59b9
like friends
\u5c31\u50cf\u670b\u53cb
we'll always be there for each other
\u6211\u4eec\u65f6\u5e38\u90fd\u5728\u5bf9\u65b9\u7684\u8eab\u8fb9
over the last year you have changed
\u53bb\u5e74\u4f60\u53d8\u4e86
well growing up can be so strange
\u6b63\u5e38\u7684\u6210\u957f\u53ef\u4ee5\u662f\u5982\u6b64\u7684\u5947\u602a
maybe you need to rearrange
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you barely talk to me at school
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our friend's been teasing me he's such a fool
\u6211\u4eec\u7684\u670b\u53cb\u90fd\u7b11\u6211\u50cf\u4e2a\u50bb\u74dc
I thought you tried to be so cool
\u6211\u4ee5\u4e3a\u4f60\u662f\u5728\u800d\u9177
[repeat chorus]
still friends...
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still friends...
\u4f9d\u7136\u662f\u670b\u53cb
Red maple leaf is the greatest. It is a dark, a good look at the color. Deer Lake park near my home where it all red leaves, the whole park is like a sea of red. This is Canada's national flag is a red maple leaf reasons. Yellow maple leaf is beautiful, it is a golden brown. From afar, like March southern Xinglin, gorgeous dazzling. My mother at Maple camera, as if into a golden palace, even her mother's face becomes more beautiful. Purple Maple little, purple purple, with theater curtains like the color purple. Only green maple afraid akishimo, delicate foliage is so green. .
《匆匆》的英译版本朱纯深先生的版本：
Rush （translated by Zhu Chunshen）
Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? — If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? Where could he hide then? If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?
I do not know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days has already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.
Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how swift is the shift, in such a rush? When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. Thus — the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as I reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.
What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. What traces have I left behind me? Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? I have come to this world, stark-naked; am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark-nakedness? It is not fair though: why should I have made such a trip for nothing!
You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?
28 March, 1922
张培基先生的版本：
Transient Days (translated by Zhang Peiji)
If swallows go away, they will come back again. If willows wither, they will turn green again. If peach blossoms fade, they will flower again. But, tell me, you the wise, why should our days go by never to return? Perhaps they have been stolen by someone. But who could it be and where could he hide them? Perhaps they have just run away by themselves. But where could they be at the present moment?
I don't know how many days I am entitled to altogether, but my quota of them is undoubtedly wearing away. Counting up silently, I find that more than 8,000 days have already slipped away through my fingers. Like a drop of water falling off a needle point into the ocean, my days are quietly dripping into the stream of time without leaving a trace. At the thought of this, sweat oozes from my forehead and tears trickle down my cheeks.
What is gone is gone, what is to come keeps coming. How swift is the transition in between! When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun casts two or three squarish patches of light into my small room. The sun has feet too, edging away softly and stealthily. And, without knowing it, I am already caught in its revolution .Thus the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands; vanishes in the rice bowl when I have my meal; passes away quietly before the fixed gaze of my eyes when I am lost in reverie. Aware of its fleeting presence, I reach out for it only to find it brushing past my out-stretched hands. In the evening, when I lie on my bed, it nimbly strides over my body and flits past my feet. By the time when I open my eyes to meet the sun again, another day is already gone. I heave a sign, my head buried in my hands. But, in the midst of my sighs, a new day is flashing past.
Living in this world with its fleeting days and teeming millions, what can I do but waver and wander and live a transient life? What have I been doing during the 8,000 fleeting days except wavering and wandering? The bygone days, like wisps of smoke, have been dispersed by gentle winds, and, like thin mists, have been evaporated by the rising sun. What traces have I left behind? No, nothing, not even gossamer-like traces. I have come to this world stark naked, and in the twinkling of an eye, I am to go to back as stark naked as ever. However, I am taking it very much to heart: why should I be made to pass through this world for nothing at all?
O you the wise, would you tell me please: why should our days go by never to return?
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Shadow Poetry
Hidden within the shadows of night
Poets by the dozens begin to write
Pens, the paintbrush of imagination
Blank paper, a canvas of creation
Verses in rhythm, a rhyming scheme
A poet's life, a written dream
Seeking the light, souls revealed
Sharing of poetry, once concealed
"Forever Friends"
I've been thinking about you and me
And how our friendship came to be
How long ago I hoped that we
Could be Forever Friends
And how I look back on these days
And smile at all the little ways
We made the tough times seem okay
Like true Forever Friends
At times we'd laugh so hard and then
We'd catch out breath and start again
Cause' having fun comes easy when
You're with Forever Friends
Together we've shared wondrous sights
Like soft spring days and starlit nights
When all the world seems stll and right
With my Forever Friend
And on those days when rain would fall
And life was not much fun at all
You were always there to take my call
A true Forever Friend
Life's wandering roads may take us far
But if we're apart let each bright star
Remind us how blessed we are
To be Forever Friends
And when the stars shine down we'll see
Perhaps by fate or destiny
A friendship that was meant to be
You and Me
Forever Friends
绛旓細Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? 鈥 If the...
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