spring goeth all in white, crowned with milk-white may; in fleecy flocks of light, o'er heaven the white clouds stray; white butterflies in the air; white daisies prank the ground; the cherry and hoary pear, scatter their snow around.
the more we live, more brief appear our life's succeeding stages; a day to childhood seems a year, and years like passing ages. the gladsome current of our youth, ere passion yet disorders, steals lingering like a river smooth, along its grassy borders.
fair daffodils,we weep to see you haste away so soon; as yet the early-rising sun has not attain'd his noon. stay,stay, until the hasting day has run but to the even-song; and,having pray'd together, we will go with you along.
i wander'd lonely as a cloud that floats on hight o'er vales and hills, when all the once i saw a crowd, a host,of golden daffodils, beside the lake,beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
独行徐徐如浮云,横绝太空渡山谷,忽然在我一瞥中,金色水仙花成簇,开在湖边乔木下,微风之中频摇曳。
5、a red,red rose红玫瑰
robert burns罗伯特·彭斯
o my luve's like a red,red rose that's newly spring in june: o my luve's like the melodie that's sweetly play'd tune. as fair art thou,my bonnie lass. so deep in luve am i: and i will luve thee still,my dear, till a'the seas gang dry.