英文诗歌（原创）

Pian 1

**"Dawn in the Library"**

Sunlight slips through dusty panes,

Touching pages gold with age.

A single line from Keats remains—

“A thing of beauty” turns each page.

I read aloud, the vowels swirl,

Soft as petals, sharp as frost.

In this still room, the whole world’s lost.

Pian 2

**"Rhyme and Reason"**

Iambic feet on silent floor,

A sonnet’s lock, a villanelle’s door.

Meter beats like summer rain,

Each stanza cradles joy and pain.

A couplet seals the whispered plea:

“Let words outlive both you and me.”

This poem breathes—a living thing—

English verse, my offering.

Pian 3

**"Translating Frost"**

Two roads diverge in yellow wood—

I copy Frost, line by line, in blood

Of ink. My brush strokes turn each phrase

To ink-wash hills and autumn haze.

A Chinese moon lights “woods are lovely, dark and deep”—

Two languages, one promise keep.