From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April dressed in all his trim
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue
Could make me any summer’s story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew.
Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose.
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seemed it winter still and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.
你537
好美的声音
小鹤Celina12岁 回复 @你537:
谢谢呀 ฅ( ̳• ◡ • ̳)ฅ
Leoooo丶
棒棒哒👍🏻👍🏻
小鹤Celina12岁 回复 @Leoooo丶:
谢谢你呀
Leoooo丶 回复 @Leoooo丶:
看到你的介绍真的让我好感叹,12岁的英语这么棒,后生可畏哈哈