Poetry about sunset

1. The poem "Hold me tight in the sunset" written in English hugged me tightly. In the sunset,

Hold me tight in the sunset.

Let God's red and orange soothe your eyes,

It seems that all this is a dream.

Hold me tight in the sunset.

You can kiss my neck if you like.

Or better yet, take my silk shirt off my shoulder.

Hold me tight in the sunset.

When you do the same thing, listen to me laugh-

Look me in the eye.

Hold me tight in the sunset.

In the middle of the park.

I don't mind; With you, it could be anywhere.

Hold me tight in the sunset.

Scream for me, scream for me.

Light me up like many years ago.

Hold me tight, in the sunset-

I whispered to you when you closed your eyes.

You may have passed out ...

Never mind;

Next time I drug your drink, you won't remember me.

Daniel Alexander Howell

When the sun sets,

When the sun sets, I wonder why.

As the sun sets, I sit down and cry.

Wondering why life is a lie.

As the sun sets, I lower my head.

When the sun sets, I think of you instead.

How can I go home and lie in bed?

When the sun goes down, I say no.

Like a sunset I don't know.

My love for you will not disappear.

When the sun sets, I look up at the sky.

When the sun sets, I wait for death.

Tell me how to say goodbye.

When the sun sets, I pray.

How dare I when the sun sets.

I gave up. I don't care.

Sit by the window and watch the sun go down.

Knowing that I would see you again,

Finally you went home.

Brittney Smith

2. The poem "Hold me tight in the sunset" written in English hugs me tightly in the sunset.

Hold me tight in the sunset.

Let God's red and orange soothe your eyes,

It seems that all this is a dream.

Hold me tight in the sunset.

You can kiss my neck if you like.

Or better yet, take my silk shirt off my shoulder.

Hold me tight in the sunset.

When you do the same thing, listen to me laugh-

Look me in the eye.

Hold me tight in the sunset.

In the middle of the park.

I don't mind; With you, it could be anywhere.

Hold me tight in the sunset.

Scream for me, scream for me.

Light me up like many years ago.

Hold me tight, in the sunset-

I whispered to you when you closed your eyes.

You may have passed out ...

Never mind;

Next time I drug your drink, you won't remember me.

Daniel Alexander Howell

When the sun sets,

When the sun sets, I wonder why.

As the sun sets, I sit down and cry.

Wondering why life is a lie.

As the sun sets, I lower my head.

When the sun sets, I think of you instead.

How can I go home and lie in bed?

When the sun goes down, I say no.

Like a sunset I don't know.

My love for you will not disappear.

When the sun sets, I look up at the sky.

When the sun sets, I wait for death.

Tell me how to say goodbye.

When the sun sets, I pray.

How dare I when the sun sets.

I gave up. I don't care.

Sit by the window and watch the sun go down.

Knowing that I would see you again,

Finally you went home.

Brittney Smith

3. The English version of Ode to Autumn by john keats, an English romantic poet: Give autumn 1 a season with fruitful mist and melody, (1) a close friend of the mature sun, (2) conspire with him, (3) how to load and bless vines on thatched roofs with fruits; (4) bend the mossy cottage with apples to make all the fruits fully mature; Make the gourd swell and the hazelnut shell full of sweet core; Let bees bloom more and more late flowers until they think that the warm days will never end, because summer is full of their wet and cold cells. Who hasn't often seen you in your shop? Sometimes, no matter who goes abroad to look for it, you may find yourself sitting on the floor of the granary carelessly, and your hair is messed up by the winnowing wind; Or in the half-harvested furrow, asleep,⑺Dows'd gives off the fragrance of poppies, while your hook keeps the next harvested crop and all the tangled flowers. Sometimes, you walk across the stream with your head held high like a gleaner. Or by a printing machine, you watch patiently, and after a few hours, you will see the last seepage of hours. Where are the songs of spring? Well, where are they? Don't think about them, you also have your music. When the grid clouds bloom, the dying day touches the stubble with rose color; Then in the noisy choir, little gnats sang "The River is yellow and emaciated", and ⑽ was taken to a high place or sank, just like a breeze living or dying; The loud bleating of adult lambs came from the hilly area; ⑿ Hedges-crickets sing; Now use the high-pitched ⒀softThe red chest whistle to form a garden; [14] and collect skills from Swallow Twitter. Note: (1) The season of rime and fruitfulness: the season of rime and fruitfulness (autumn).

(2) Mature sun: the sun that ripens everything. He: refers to the sun.

Here, the poet personifies autumn and the sun, so using the word conspiracy has a good sense of humor. (4) Bless the vines running around the thatched roof with fruits: The normal word order of this sentence is: Bless the vines running around the thatched roof with fruits, which means: bless the vines under the eaves.

(5)oft: that is, oft (old English word). (6) Going abroad: Take a walk outside.

(7) Sleep soundly on the half-harvested furrow: The first half of this sentence is in the second and third lines, that is, whoever/may find/sleep soundly on the half-harvested furrow. (8) exudation: slowly drip juice.

(9) Striped clouds are blooming a soft dying day: gorgeous striped clouds are flying in the night sky. Barrow's ribbon, stripe, soft dying day, which passed quietly, Bloom made it gorgeous; Bloom. (10) Wax yellow: willow, willow branches.

(1 1) Born in Alft: Fly high. Borne is the past tense of bear, meaning: move, turn: a float, high.

(12) and the adult lamb bleats loudly from the hilly area: it means that the lamb is fat and the college is panting on the hillside. Border, region, territory

(13) treble: the highest tone. (14) Garden-Croft: The garden next to the house.

Ode to Autumn-Keats (Mu Dan) Cha Liangzheng Translation In the foggy and mature autumn, you became friends with the mature sun; You plot to cover the vines under the eaves with countless beads of Buddha; Let the old tree in front of the house carry the apples, let the ripe taste penetrate into the core of the fruit, let the gourd swell, swell out the hazelnut shell and stuff it into the sweet core; For bees, they bloom too late again and again, making them think that the days will be warm forever, because summer fills their sticky nests early. Who doesn't often see you with the barn? You can also find it in the fields. Sometimes you just sit on the threshing floor and let your hair float lightly with the wind. Sometimes, fascinated by the smell of poppies, you lie on the half-harvested ridge and let the sickle rest next to the flowers in the next border; Or, like a gleaner crossing a stream, you hold your head high with a grain bag on your back and cast a reflection, or just sit under the fruit for a few minutes and watch the slowly dripping wine slurry patiently. Where in Haruka? Yes, where is it? But don't think about it, you also have your music-when the sunset glow reflects the dying days and scarlet daubs the scattered fields, at this moment, a group of small flying insects under the rivers and willows play a sad sound together, and they rise and fall with the breeze; Crickets under the fence are singing, and red-breasted robins are whistling in the garden; And the sheep cry loudly and silently in the mountain circle; Swallows in Cong Fei are whispering in the sky.

4. Who doesn't often see you with the barn?

You can also find it in the fields.

You sometimes sit on the threshing floor at will,

Let the hair flutter gently with the wind of winnowing the grain;

Sometimes, addicted to the fragrance of poppies,

You're lying on a half-harvested ridge,

Let the sickle rest next to the flowers in the flower bed next door;

Or, like a gleaner across a stream,

You hold your head high, carry a grain bag, and cast your reflection.

Or sit under a fruit juicer for hours,

You patiently looked at the slowly dripping wine slurry.

Where in Haruka? Yes, where is it?

But forget it, you have your music-

When the sunset glow reflects the dying day like a wave,

Let carmine paint the broken fields,

At this time, there are a group of small flying insects under the willows by the river.

They all started to lament, and suddenly they flew very high.

Suddenly falling, ups and downs with the breeze;

In the garden, crickets under the fence are singing.

Red-breasted robins whistle;

And the sheep cry loudly and silently in the mountain circle;

Swallows in Cong Fei are whispering in the sky.

A happy young man from Yuma is a limerick about sunset.

Tell a joke about an elephant to a cougar.

Now his skeleton is lying.

Under the hot western sky—

This puma has no feeling for humans (Ogden Nash)

Happy young people from Yuma

A joke about an elephant, a puma.

It is hot in the west.

It is hot in the west.

Puma is a meaningless person (Ogden Nash)

6. Make a beautiful English sentence with sunset 1 The sunset is just a touch of rose on the silver dome. On the silver-gray sky, the setting sun is only the last touch of rosy afterglow.

2. May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful dusk! May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful dusk! Just like the sunset, their love was so strong and beautiful, but it was destined to be a memory forever. Just like the sunset, 4. Clouds floating into my life from other days no longer bring rain or storms, but add color to my sunset sky. Clouds floating into my life from other days no longer cause raindrops or storms, but give color to my sunset sky.

7. Who doesn't often see you with the barn? You can also find it in the fields. Sometimes you just sit on the threshing floor and let your hair float lightly with the wind. Sometimes, fascinated by the smell of poppies, you lie on the half-harvested ridge and let the sickle rest next to the flowers in the next border; Or, like a gleaner crossing a stream, you hold your head high with a grain bag on your back and cast a reflection, or just sit under the fruit for a few minutes and watch the slowly dripping wine slurry patiently. Where in Haruka? Yes, where is it? But don't think about it, you also have your music-when the sunset glow reflects the dying days and scarlet daubs the scattered fields, at this moment, a group of small flying insects under the rivers and willows play a sad sound together, and they rise and fall with the breeze; Crickets under the fence are singing, and red-breasted robins are whistling in the garden; And the sheep cry loudly and silently in the mountain circle; Swallows in Cong Fei are whispering in the sky.