烟花烂漫的心空

George Gordon Byron
SHE walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more one ray the less
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft so calm yet eloquent
The smiles that win the tints that glow
But tell of days in goodness spent，
A mind at peace with all below
A heart whose love is innocent.

Passing by My School Garden
By Shveta Sarin
How I wish I could step into this garden
Just a temptation as I pass by
I want to know what the flowers say
And hear the gentle murmur of the wind.
My heart filled with happiness
As I look at all of the flowers.
The wind sings while kissing the trees
And the happy gardener waters them happily.
Perhaps the leaves, so green, are busy
Preparing tasty dishes for the family!
The sweet smelling fragrance of that lovely garden
Gets to my nose and excites my mind.
The air, so fresh and cool, is blowing there
The flowers happily dance in style
And the dew drops seem like tears
That came from a little boy.
As the red morning sun arrives
White roses spread
And I feel as if I am drowning
In those fragrant flowery beds.
Now the bell is about to ring
And I have to study for hours.
No more enjoyable wandering
In that colorful world of flowers.
But somewhere in my mind it stays.
Like the fragrance of red roses
Filling my imagination with pretty flowers.