蚕的英语小诗摘抄【优质3篇】
蚕的英语小诗摘抄 篇一
In the heart of the mulberry leaves,
Silk-worms are spinning their cocoons.
Their fine thread is a ladder to heaven,
Their thread is a ladder to heaven.
In the heart of the mulberry leaves,
Silk-worms are spinning their cocoons.
Their thread is a ladder to heaven,
Their thread is a ladder to heaven.
In the heart of the mulberry leaves,
Silk-worms are spinning their cocoons.
Their thread is a ladder to heaven,
Their thread is a ladder to heaven.
In the heart of the mulberry leaves,
Silk-worms are spinning their cocoons.
Their thread is a ladder to heaven,
Their thread is a ladder to heaven.
In the heart of the mulberry leaves,
Silk-worms are spinning their cocoons.
Their thread is a ladder to heaven,
Their thread is a ladder to heaven.
In the heart of the mulberry leaves,
Silk-worms are spinning their cocoons.
Their thread is a ladder to heaven,
Their thread is a ladder to heaven.
In the heart of the mulberry leaves,
Silk-worms are spinning their cocoons.
Their thread is a ladder to heaven,
Their thread is a ladder to heaven.
蚕的英语小诗摘抄 篇二
Silkworms, silkworms, spinning all day,
In the mulberry leaves, they make their way.
Silkworms, silkworms, spinning so fine,
Their delicate thread, like a silver line.
In the heart of the mulberry tree,
Silkworms are busy as can be.
Spinning their cocoons with care,
Their silk thread so soft and fair.
Silkworms, silkworms, working so fast,
Creating a fabric that will last.
Their silk so smooth, their silk so bright,
A treasure of nature, a wondrous sight.
In the heart of the mulberry grove,
Silkworms are busy, weaving their robe.
Their silk so precious, their silk so rare,
A gift from the silkworms, beyond compare.
Silkworms, silkworms, spinning away,
Creating beauty day by day.
Their silk thread a marvel, their work divine,
Silkworms, oh silkworms, how you shine.
蚕的英语小诗摘抄 篇三
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The Goddess Within
Divinity is light.
In the deep recesses of her eyes
I see the purity of it, a crystal
Glow, burning, soothing,
Set as a shrine upon her face,
As her eyelashes bend gently,
In fervent prayer for her favor.
I see this, and I believe it to be true.
The Goddess calls
As soft and silent as gosling down on
The winds of worship
While the ears of my mind listen
Intently to the voice I feel resonate
But cannot hear.
A delicate sort of beauty looks back at me.
I perceive it, so it must be true.
Aphrodite recoils in horror
Heart pained, for the fact that
Another could, should replace her.
Do you see her hair flow down
Around her neck, softer than the finest toil
Of on thousand cotton mills
In one thousand years?
My eyes can feel, and I trust them.
Her arrival was planned,
It was no mystery at all.
The powers of creation formed
A pine silkworm to craft her
Fair lips, for which many men
Would give their blood to kiss.
Venus sees, and stomps livid in rage!
Who can tell me I am wrong?
This is a new goddess,
A fresh pinity, whose smile alone
Pales the pleiades,
And force Freya to retreat
Hastily to her Norse lands.
A gaze that sets planets in motion,
Creating timeless pandemonium,
This is conceivable, and my heart says, 'It is fact.'
This queen of infinite beauty,
Limitless grace, and blinding radiance,
Holds the game together tightly.
Her guards in the rear, alert,
Her valiant warriors in front,
Clearing her conquered plains,
The fertile fields of many a soul.
I have no boundaries, this is truth.
Now I feel it, the heavy steps of
Her footsoldiers taking the rational
Heart I assumed to own,
Inch, by foot, by mile.
My humility and good sense cause
Me to bow my head to the sword
Of Immaculate Beauty she holds
In her gentle hands.
What is the name of the fairest?
How shall I call my intangible queen?
And does she know that the purest
Goddess of all, incomparable, is within her?
I feel, I know, I do believe it.
If this is only my lot to be
Court Jester, writing my lyric,
I do it with eternal joy.
Tsani Jones
