關(guān)于家鄉(xiāng)的英文詩(shī)歌欣賞

時(shí)間：2016-12-05 14:46:38 韋彥867由分享

　　家鄉(xiāng)就像一顆光芒四射的珍珠，鑲嵌在藍(lán)藍(lán)的大海中。它猶如我的母親，用她那甘甜的乳汁一直滋潤(rùn)著我成長(zhǎng)。學(xué)習(xí)啦小編整理了關(guān)于家鄉(xiāng)的英文詩(shī)歌，歡迎閱讀!

　　關(guān)于家鄉(xiāng)的英文詩(shī)歌篇一

　　Homesickness always light

　　Inadvertently soft

　　On my breathing

　　The thoughts have been on the road in April

　　Overlook the front of the blue sky of spring flowers

　　Only if you want to swallow the general regression

　　Close your eyes to imagine the streets for some familiar

　　Rivers and their loved ones home

　　Which I described in a

　　The pen is my hometown

　　Home still wearing the cloak of the sea breeze

　　If there is no such thing on the road in the rape

　　The original home have grown up

　　Under the blue sky can make a living away from

　　Care of his hands like a meditation

　　outside the home

　　Weak outside of the mother is still around

　　Nagging home and neighbors, as well as their children's thoughts

　　鄉(xiāng)思總是很輕

　　輕輕的不經(jīng)意間

　　就碰破了我的呼吸

　　這個(gè)四月思緒一直在路上

　　忽略了眼前的春花藍(lán)天

　　只是如燕子一般想要回歸

　　閉上眼睛想像一段熟悉的街道

　　河流故鄉(xiāng)和親人

　　哪一樁在我的筆下

　　而鄉(xiāng)情是我的筆

　　故鄉(xiāng)依舊穿著海風(fēng)的外衣

　　如無(wú)其事的走在油菜花的路上

　　原來(lái)的故鄉(xiāng)已經(jīng)長(zhǎng)大

　　可以在藍(lán)天下闖蕩

　　雙手托出沉思的樣子

　　思戀在外的游子

　　羸弱的母親還在門外張望

　　與鄰居嘮叨家常以及對(duì)孩子的思念

　　關(guān)于家鄉(xiāng)的英文詩(shī)歌篇二

　　Nostalgia

　　My soul stands at the window of my room,

　　And I ten thousand miles away;

　　My days are filled with Ocean's sound of doom,

　　Salt and cloud and the bitter spray.

　　Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

　　My selfish youth, my books with gilded edge,

　　Knowledge and all gaze down the street;

　　The potted plants upon the window ledge

　　Gaze down with selfish lives and sweet.

　　Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

　　My night is now her day, my day her night,

　　So I lie down, and so I rise;

　　The sun burns close, the star is losing height,

　　The clock is hunted down the skies.

　　Let the wind blow, for many a man die.

　　Truly a pin can make the memory bleed,

　　A world explode the inward mind

　　And turn the skulls and flowers never freed

　　Into the air, no longer blind.

　　Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

　　Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart

　　Clumps in the breast with heavy stride;

　　The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart,

　　The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide.

　　Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

　　靈魂佇立在自家的窗前;

　　而身處那遙遠(yuǎn)的地方，

　　生活的全部是那大海末日般的巨響，

　　是那鹽、云和苦澀的浪。