英语阅读：精美小诗双语版(30首)

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 f ailure,
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 d isgraced,
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 yo ur 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，
鸟儿绒毛软软。

兔鼻闻味灵验
知更鸟歌声妙如竖琴潺潺。

高山高啊，
大树长起来了还会倒。

熊在窝里睡觉。

狐狸追着山鸡跑。

野鹅成群结队飞，
地鼠却还在睡。

亲眼目睹此情此景，
大自然自有自己的法规。

我梦想着白色的圣诞我梦想着白色的圣诞，
就象我曾度过的圣诞一样。

树梢灯光闪闪，
孩子们听着雪橇铃响。

我梦想着白色的圣诞，
写着圣诞贺卡一张张。

愿你年年过着白色的圣诞，愿你的生活永远愉快，安康。

一粒沙子
从一粒沙子看到一个世界，从一朵野花看到一个天堂，把握在你手心里的就是无限，永恒就在那一瞬间。

沉默的含义
无声的语言
并非完全听不见。

它荡漾在眼波里，
表露在眉宇间。

一个心照不宣的手势
胜过万语千言，
萦绕心灵的回音
好象浮木浪迹于沙滩，
随着岁月的消磨
不是燃烧，就是腐烂。

无声的语言
触及我们的情感，
恰似有声的音乐
拨动人们的心弦。

真朋友
征途上
鼎力相助
陪你走过艰难的
时光
脆弱时
给你力量
帮你寻找追逐的
梦想
哭泣时
拭去泪花
助你闯过人生的
惊涛骇浪
娓娓道来时
倾听你的心声
总注视着你蹒跚
移步的方向
荣辱与共
苦乐同当
千言万语一句话：
你是我的朋友。

清晨
我喜欢醒来迎接每一个清晨，轻松抖落一夜的梦尘，
从窗口向外眺望远处，
广茅的天地是否晴空无云，想象何等激动人心的事
这灿烂崭新的一天将献呈。

成功的内涵
拉尔夫·沃尔多·爱默生
成功是什么？
笑口常开，爱心永在，
赢得智者的尊重，
孩子们的爱戴；
博得真诚的认可，
容忍损友的背叛；
欣赏美好的东西，
发现别人的可爱。

学会无私地奉献，
给世界增添光彩：
要么培育出健康的孩子，
要么留下花园一块，
亦或是改善社会条件；
尽情娱乐、笑得畅快，
把欢乐的歌唱起来；
甚至知道一个生命活得自在，
因为你的一路走来……
这就是成功的内涵。

致友人
没有友谊是无用的，没有日子是空虚的，正如上帝决定了睛天和雨天一样。

每个人都有气馁和哭泣的时候，
但是我们有朋友们的安慰。

在这些多云的天空下,
所有的心可能破碎…….他们像玻璃那样易碎，
但是有朋友在身边，这些都将过去。

朋友的心是忠诚、高尚的，
也许你在很远的地方，但是我们从来都没有分开过，
为我们获得的友谊赞美吧，
并记住阳光总在风雨后，
你的友谊是一个礼物，
所以一定要感谢你们，
我所有的朋友们。

知足常乐
我们对人们说知足常乐，
尽享人生，就是希望对方的生活里充满幸事，
支撑他们走下去。

”
我希望你有足够的阳光让你乐观。

我希望你有足够的雨水让你更加感激阳光。

我希望你有足够的幸福使你情绪激昂。

我希望你有足够的痛苦感受生命中微小的欢乐带来的幸福。

我希望你得到更多，满足你的需要。

我希望你失去，珍惜所有。

希望你在永别后能广交朋友。

乡愁
我小时候，乡愁是一枚小小的邮票，我在这头，母亲在那头。

长大后，乡愁是一张窄窄的船票，我在这头，新娘在那头。

后来啊!乡愁是一方矮矮的坟墓，
我在外头，母亲在里头。

而现在，乡愁是一湾浅浅的海峡，我在这头，大陆在那头。

寻
我是一片云
偶尔在你的头顶
略过
你是一阵风
忽悠吹进我心田
闪过
也许我们会相遇
在某年某日某个港湾
希望那时
你会放慢你的脚步
我也会暂停我的足迹。

失败的意义
失败并不代表你是个失败者，
它只表明你尚未成功。

失败并不代表你一无所获，
它只表明你吸取了一次教训。

失败并不代表你很愚蠢，
它只表明你信心百倍。

失败并不代表你无脸见人，
它只表明你百折不回。

失败并不代表你工夫白费，
它只表明你的做事方法尚待改进。

失败并不代表你低人一等。

它只表明你并非完人。

失败并不代表你浪费生命，
它只表明你有理由重新开始。

失败并不代表你应该放弃，
它只表明你要加倍努力。

失败并不代表成功永不属于你，它只表明你要付出更多的时间。

失败并不代表上帝已经抛弃你，它只表明上帝还有更好的主意。

一小时前
我站在黄昏的微光里，
感觉着黑暗逐步涌来。

从屋檐开始涨满，
淹及你的大门。

月光缓缓融化，
白昼慢慢冰凉。

今天是新的一天
你的明天充满阳光，
如你心中所想。

你没有理由，
把昨天的黑暗，
带到今天。

今天是美妙的全新体验，
有那么多种可能，
使你的生活如你所愿。

今天开始有新的幸福，
新的方向和新的伙伴。

今天你要提醒自己，
你有足够的能力和力量，
把满意、爱情和欢乐带进你的生活。

今天你要了解自己，
给自己足够的爱心和耐心。

今天你会勇往直前，
奔向那灿烂的明天。

心灵深处的音乐
生命是什么？
它浸染在五彩缤纷的秋色里，
飘融在轻柔无语的冬雪中，
在阵阵春雨里，
在绚丽夏日中。

它包含在老人爽朗的笑声里，也隐匿在孩子们天真的嬉戏中。

它汹涌在人们的希望里，
它荡漾在美好的祝福中，
生命是什么？
是欢乐，是领悟，
是心灵深处的音乐。

天使之吻
今天当我感到悲伤
天使吻干了我的泪水
我的生活是如此糟糕
感到自己迷失了方向
突然一个温暖的轻抚
迅速擦干了我的泪水
一个温柔、亲切而深情的抚摸似乎将我拉近
我立刻感到好了许多
天气似乎更加明亮
我想天使安慰你的时候
你也会有同样的感觉
友谊如微风
友谊如和煦的微风，
你握不住它，
闻不到它，
尝不到它，
无法知道它何时光临，
不过你总能感觉到它，
而且总能意识到它的存在，
它可能会来了而又走开，
但你知道它总会回来。

闪亮的银河
漫漫归乡路何其遥远！
一路行来，回首望。

洒落的泪珠迤逦成一条闪亮的银河。

秋风熄灭了一盏灯
他一直没有哭
他已经让黑夜在
白纸上闪过
许多次
秋风瞬间熄灭了
一盏灯
而我内心的荒芜依然
耻辱地亮着
一个诗人体内到底有多少
火焰
燃烧时发出埙的
哀鸣
以微弱的名义
超度
那些诗句里的
亡灵
一些生灵在
被点亮过的星空里
安家
他
微笑着走向熄灭他的那阵风。