英文诗一首

She

Sweet was the first time watching her...
Noble and elegant, she walked in style.
Sparkling were her eyes and shining her smile,
Conscious of her beauty
That hurt in me.

Sweet is each time I look at her,
Watching the wind combing her hair
That caresses her cheeks and dances in the air --
She's a work of art
That's seized my heart.

Sweet is each time I dream of her,
Where I dance with her and kiss her
And her hair that now falls upon her shoulders,
Like a river that flows
Along the curve of its shore.

Sweet...
Even the moment she rejected me
In her shining smile
Forever mysterious
To me...

英文国内比
中文国外比
两头充内行
混得还可以

正可谓
英中两混
痞子是也

久没动笔 迄今六年
中学没读完便出了国
中英文都是半吊子
还盼高人不吝指点

此为旧作
写于公元两千年
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