英语阅读：精美小诗双语版(30首).doc

The Rainy Day The day is cold,and dark,and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the moldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold and dark and dreary;
It rains and the wind is never weary;
My thought still cling to the moldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still,sad heart! And cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
THE NEW YEAR
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.  Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.  Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
The Seaside Is My Home
I live near the sea for years. The billow sound every night, Enlightens me how to be great,
And how to look on greatness.
Without seeing great mountains,
I form no habit of looking up.
I live near the sea for years.
Too much water, saltier than tears,
Floats some directional boats,
Or other drifting boats
To travel far across the sea.
So the shore is always in my heart.
I live near the sea for years.
With more floaters on the sea,
Sweet and Low
Sweet and low , sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying noon, and blow,
Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest on mother's breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon;
Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
I Felt the Sunlight
Along the long, long corridor
I go on walking . . .
—Before me there are dazzling windows,
on either side, walls reflecting the light.
The sunlight and I,
I'm standing with the sunlight.
—Now I remember how intense that sunlight is!
So warm it stops me from taking another step,
so bright I hold my breath.
The light of the whole universe converges here.
—I'm unaware of the existence of anything else.
There is only me, leaning on sunlight,
still for a full ten seconds.
Sometimes, ten seconds
is longer than a quarter of a century.
Finally, I dash down the stairs,
push open the door,
and run in the spring sunlight …
Ask me no more
Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
When June is past, the fading rose;
For in your beauty’s orient deep,
These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
Ask me no more whither do stray
The golden atoms of the day;

For in pure love heaven did prepare
Those powders to enrich your hair.
Ask me no more whither doth haste
The nightingale, when May is past;
For in your sweet dividing throat
She winters, and keeps warm her note.
Ask me no more where those stars light,
That downwards fall in dead of night;
For in your eyes they sit, and there
Fixed become, as in their sphere.
Here we stand together
Here we stand together,
Dressed in our pain,
Covered with scars
From wounds we did not ask for
Or deserve.
So what now?
We can't go back
And relive our lives.
We can't take back
The innocence we lost
Or make the sadness we felt
Into happiness.
I Think I Can
If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you don't;
If you want to win but think you can't;
It's almost a cinch you won't.
If you think you'll lose, you're lost;
For out of the world we find
Success begins with a fellow's will;
It's all in a state of mind.
Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger and faster man,
But sooner or later the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can.
Never give up
Never give up,
Never lose hope.
Always have faith,
It allows you to cope.
Trying times will pass,
Is they always do.
Just have patience,
Your dreams will come true.
So put on a smile,
You'll live through your pain.
Know it will pass,
And strength you will gain.
Hold fast to dreams
Hold fast to dreams, 

For if dreams die,

Life is a broken-winged bird, 

That can never fly. 

Hold fast to dreams,

For when dreams go ,

Life is a barren field，

Frozen only with snow.

Singing Alone
Who am I?
I am the lonely soul of a waterfall
A poem constantly dwelling
in loneliness.

My drifting song is the wandering trace
of a dream
My only audience
The silence.
The Wild
The deer’s hair is short and brown,
The bird’s have soft down.
The rabbit’s nose is very sharp,
The robin’s voice is like a harp.
The mountains are very tall,
The trees grow and fall.
The bear is asleep in its den,
The fox is stalking the hen.
The gees are all flying away,
But the ground squirrels are here to stay.
These are all the things I saw
Nature is living to its law.
The White Christmas
I'm dreaming of the white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know.
The tree tops glisten and children
Listen to hear sleigh-bells in the snow.
I'm dreaming of the white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write.
May your days be merry and bright,
And may all your Christmases be white.
A Grain of Sand
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild fllower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
Silent meaning
The word not spoken
goes not quite unheard.
It lingers in the eye,
in the semi-arch of brow.　　
A gesture of the hand
speaks pages more than words,
The echo rests in the heart
as driftwood does in sand,
To be rubbed by time
until it rots or shines.　　
The word not spoken
touches us as music
does the mind.

True Friend
Standing by
All the way
Here to help you
through your day
Holding you up
When you are weak
Helping you find what
it is you seek
Catching your tears
When you cry
Pulling you through
when the tide is high
Absorbing your voice
When you talk
Standing by when you
learn to walk
Just being there
Through thick and thin
All just to say:
you are my friend.
Morning
Love to wake to each new day
And brush my dreams
Of night away
And look out through
my window wide
To see what weather is outside
And wonder what exciting thing
This shining, un-used day
Will bring.
WHAT IS SUCCESS
What is success?
To laugh often and love much;
To win the respect of intelligent people
And the affection of children;
To earn the approbation of honest critics
And endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty;
To find the best in others;
To give one’s self;
To leave the world a little better,
Whether by a healthy child,
A garden patch,
Or a redeemed social condition;
To have played and laughed with enthusiasm
And sung with exultation;
To know even one life has breathed easier，
Because you have lived...
This is to have succeeded.
To My Friends
No friendship is useless and no day is in vain.
Just as God has a purpose for sunshine and rain.
All can be discouraged and everyone cries,
But we have friends to comfort us.
Beneath these cloudy skies.

All hearts can break… they’re fragile as glass
But with a friend beside us, this too shall pass.
Friends who are faithful and noble at heart,
You may be afar, but we will never be apart.
Be swift to give praises for the friendship we have gained,
And remember God will raise the sun just after it has rained.
Your friendships are a gift,
So be sure to thank all
My friends.
I wish you enough
By Rachel P., Fresno, CA
When we say I wish you enough,
we want the other persons to have a life filled
with enough good things to sustain them.
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirits up.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys
in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you
through the final Goodbye.
Homesick
When I was a child,my homesickness was a small stamp 　　
Linking Mum at the other end and me this. 　　
When grown up,I remained homesick,but it became a ticket 　　
By which I sailed to and from my bride at the other end. 　　
Then homesickness took the shape of a grave.
Mum inside of it and me outside. 　　
Now I’m still homesick,but it is a narrow strait 　　
Separating me on this side and the mainland on the other.
Seeking
I am just a cloudlet
now and then
Skip over you mind
you are just a breeze
Once in the way
Fly into my heart
May it be
We will stump over
Someday somewhere
At a warm loughWish at the moment
You will slow dowm your step
I will break off my foot mark.
THE SIGNIFICANCE OF FAILURE
Failure doesn’t mean you are a failure,
It does mean you haven’t succeeded yet.
Failure doesn’t mean you have accomplished nothing,
It does mean you have learned something.
Failure doesn’t mean you have been a fool,
It does mean you had a lot of faith.
Failure doesn’t mean you’ve been disgraced,
It does mean you were willing to try.
Failure doesn’t mean you don’t have it,
It does mean you have to do something in a different way.
Failure doesn’t mean you are inferior,
It does mean you are not perfect.
Failure doesn’t mean you’ve wasted your life,
It does mean you have a reason to start afresh.
Failure doesn’t mean you should give up,
It does mean you must try harder.
Failure doesn’t mean you’ll never make it,
It does mean it will take a little longer.
Failure doesn’t mean God has abandoned you,
It does mean God has a better idea.
An Hour Ago
I stood there in the twilight
And I felt the surge of darkness
As it flooded from the rafters
And came down to touch your door
In the softening of the moonlight,
and the cooling of the day.
TODAY IS A NEW DAY
Your tomorrows are as bright
as you want to make them.
There is no reason to carry
the darkness of the past
with you into today.
Today is a wonderful new experience，
full of every possibility to make
your life exactly what you want it to be.
Today is the beginning of new happiness,
new directions and new relationships.
Today is the day to remind yourself
that you posses the power
and strength you need
to bring contentment, love and joy into your life.
Today is the day to understand yourself
and to give yourself the love
and the patience that you need.
Today is the day to move forward
towards your bright tomorrow.
The Music Within
Life...What is it?
See it in the colors of autumn,
A gentle snowfall in winter,
A sudden shower in spring,
The radiance of a summer day.
Behold it in the laughter Of the young and the old. Know of it in a surge of hope,
The blessings that are bountiful.
What is life? It is joy,awareness,
And the music within.
Frow New Voice in American Poetry.
An Angel Kiss
An Angel kissed my tears away
today when I was sad.
I wasn’t feeling quite myself
my day had been so bad.
I felt a warmth brush by me
that quickly dried my tears;
A gentle, kind, and loving touch
that seemed to hold me near.
Immediately, I felt so much better
and the day seemed brighter, too.
I guess that’s just the way you feel
when an Angel comforts you.
Friendship Is Like the Breeze
Friendship is like the breeze,
You can't hold it,
Smell it,
Taste it
Or know when it's coming,
But you can always feel it,
And you'll always know it's there,
It may come and then go,
But you can know it'll always be back…
The Glistening Milky Way
The way back Home is very far away.
Why such a long way?
I came all the way and when I looked back,
The tears that I shed, sprinkled into a glistening Milky Way.
Autumn Wind Blows Off A Lamp's Light 

He's never cried
And already let the dark night
Slip off a paper white
For many times

The autumn wind instantly blows off
The light of a lamp
While my heart is still barren
And lit with a shame

By the name of faintness
From those verses 
Release
The souls of the dead
How much flame
A poet's body could ever have
When burning
It whines as Xun's wail
Some beings
Settle down
In the lit starry sky

With a smile he walks up to
That gust of wind
Which is going to ruin him 

雨天
天冷、阴暗、沉闷；
下着雨，风也刮个不停；
藤还攀附着颓垣残壁，

每来一阵狂风，枯叶附落纷纷，
天真是阴暗而沉闷。
我的生活寒冷、阴郁、沉闷；
下着雨，风也刮个不停；
我的思想还纠缠着消逝的往事，
大风里，我的青春希望相继熄灭，
天真是阴暗而沉闷。
安静吧，忧伤的心！别再悔恨；
乌云后面太阳依然辉煌灿烂；
你命运和大家的一样，
每个人一生都得逢上阴雨，
有些日子必然阴暗而沉闷。
新年
响吧，狂暴的钟，向着狂野的天空，
向着乱云，向着寒光。
这一年即将在今夜逝去，
响吧，狂暴的钟，让他消亡。 
钟声送旧，钟声迎新，
响吧，幸福的钟，响彻皑皑白雪。
这一年即将离去，让他去吧。
钟声送伪，钟声迎真 
钟声送走揪心的痛苦，
为了我们不能再见的人，
钟声送走贫富间的宿怨，
钟声迎来全人类的祥和。
我住在大海边
我住在大海边很多年了
夜夜气势宏博的涛声,让我知道
怎样是伟大
怎样看待伟大
我没有见过大山,没有养成
仰望的习惯
我住在大海边很多年了
见过太多的水,比眼泪更咸的水
承受着有方向的船,或者
随波逐流的船
漂洋过海
在生命的尽头都摆脱不了岸
我住在大海边很多年了
海面上越来越多的漂浮物
覆盖了大海的清澈
轻轻地，柔和地
轻轻地，柔和地，轻轻地，柔和地，
西方吹来海风
轻轻地，柔和地吹拂,
西方吹来海风！
西边吹来，月色朦胧，

吹过波涛汹涌；
吹得他回家呵，
亲亲睡着的宝宝，可爱的宝贝
睡吧，休息；睡吧，休息，
爸爸一会儿就来；
睡吧，睡在妈妈怀里，
爸爸一会儿就来；
从西方归来，扬起银色风帆，
映着银色月光，飘洋过海，
来看宝宝——安睡在家里；
睡吧，小宝贝，睡吧，可爱的宝贝。
我感到了阳光
我从长长的走廊走下去……
－啊，迎面是刺眼的窗子，
两边是反光的墙壁。
阳光，我。
我和阳光站在一起！
－啊，阳光原是这样强烈，
暖的让人凝住了脚步，
亮的让人憋住了呼吸。
全宇宙的人都在这里集聚。
－我不知道还有什么存在，
只有我，靠着阳光。
站了十秒钟。
十秒，有时会长于一个世纪的四分之一。
终于，我冲下楼梯，推开门，
奔走在春天的阳光里……
不要再问我
当六月过去，玫瑰凋残，
别再问我，爱神在哪里。
你的美丽是那么灿烂，
这些花儿，就在他的根部熟睡。
别再问我，是否漂泊
白天金色的阳光；
那是纯洁爱情的天空
那些粉末可以装饰你的秀发。
当五月悄然离去，
别再问我，夜莺在哪里
你那甜蜜的歌喉，
在冬季，温暖着她的音符。
别再问我，明亮的繁星，
夜晚落在哪里；
他们就在你的眼中，
固定在那里，犹如在他们的家。
永远向前
我们再次并肩而立，
痛苦缠身，
伤痕累累
此等伤痛既非自讨苦吃
也非罪有应得
现在又该如何？

我们无法回到过去
重启人生。
我们无法找回
早已失去的纯真
或将我们的悲伤
变为欢乐。
我想我能行
如果你认为你败了，那你就一败涂地；
如果你认为你不敢，那你就会退缩畏缩；
如果你想赢但是认为你不能；
那么毫无疑问你就会失利。
如果你认为你输了，你就输了；
因为我们发现人世间
成功从一个人的意志开始；
成功是一种心态。
生活之战中，
胜利并非总是属于更强和更快的人，
胜利者终究是
认为自己能行的人。

永不放弃
永不放弃，

永不心灰意冷。

永存信念，
它会使你应付自如。

难捱的时光终将过去，

一如既往。

只要有耐心，

梦想就会成真。

露出微笑，

你会走出痛苦。

相信苦难定会过去，

你将重获力量。
紧紧抓住梦想
紧紧抓住梦想， 
梦想若是消亡，
生命就像鸟儿折了翅膀，
再也不能飞翔。
紧紧抓住梦想，
梦想若是消丧，
生命就象贫瘠的荒野，
雪覆冰封，万物不再生长。

独唱
我是谁
我是瀑布的孤魂
一首永久离群索居的
诗。
我的漂泊的歌声是梦的
游踪
我的唯一的听众
是沉寂。
山野
鹿儿棕毛短短，