花语--十四行诗系列(国外英文资料).docVIP

花语--十四行诗系列(国外英文资料) White sheep shion - - blood cherry blossoms In the March a cloud of cherry blossoms weaves. A gentle sea of rose and white sighing. Soft hues veil not the fire undying, Burning bright long after fickle spring leaves. To cherry blossoms could compare. He was his flesh and bones made. The gleam of rose from his eyes would ne er fade, The spray of em rald leaves his flowing hair. Lonely on high he once, Unknown to all save the merciless rain. The fair weather not strength to weather all pain. Strength his beauty had well understood. He blazed bright in old age or in prime. Like the blood - dawn cherrys heart so sublime. The cherry blossoms of march are woven into a cloud. A sea of pink and white sighs. Pale, plain, and plain, The fire never dies, but the spring is gone. His beauty, like the primrose, The white of the rage is his blood, Glittering powder is like a lamp, Green and green leaves have long hair. He had quietly stood on his lonely heights. No one knows but the wind and rain. The delicate flowers are unyielding, The blade is sharp in the qing dynasty. He had no intention of burning out, Just like the color of the cherry blossom. White sheep: white tulip A mild tulip MUSES in Aprils light There are others who grow and clamour. Little seen and heard midst noisy glamour. Its demure smile hides all beauty and might. Who has seen its elegant form unfold, Rising like white heron? Who has seen its pale fire in countless springs, Blooming with glory and power? Child of tulips beauteous and full of grace, Like the flower hid behind gentle smile. His silent words, the oft did beguile, In his slender hands hope and death embrace. That fair flower of uncontending white Would still break in. In April the tulip thought, Loneliness is still a matter of silence. Obscurity is hidden in the crowd, A smile is overdone. Who hath seen him stretch his noble body, Like an egret flying in the wind? Who saw the silver flame burning in the spring, The glory of the g