诗歌的英文单词怎么拼

诗歌

compile an anthology of poems

汇编诗歌选

-- 英汉 - 辞典例句

Dances and recitations of poems are performed alternately.

舞蹈、诗歌朗诵穿插表演。

-- 英汉 - 辞典例句

Most of her poems abound in imagery.

她的诗歌大多数富于形象。

-- 英汉 - 辞典例句

Children like to read little rhymes.

小孩子喜欢读一些轻松的诗歌。

-- 英汉 - 辞典例句

Epic poetry was in Greek the foundation of all other poetry.

叙事诗在希腊是所有其他诗歌的基

-- 英汉 - 辞典例句

He declaims his poetry, ie recites it formally and with great feeling.

他朗诵自己的诗歌.

-- 英汉 - 辞典例句

He discoursed upon the poetic style of John Keats.

他讲了约翰·济慈的诗歌风格。

-- 英汉 - 辞典例句

His poems breathe sentimentality.

他的诗歌流露多愁善感的情调。

-- 英汉 - 辞典例句

His poetry had finally broken through a long period of neglect and prejudice.

他的诗歌终于突破了长期的冷落与偏见。

-- 英汉 - 辞典例句

In poetry the rose is often a metaphor for love.

诗歌中常用玫瑰花来隐喻爱情。

-- 英汉 - 辞典例句

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诗歌 [shī gē]

poem

相关解释:

poetry rune poesy verse song

例句:

有些诗人，如济慈和雪莱，写的是浪漫主义的诗歌。

Such poets as Keats and Shelley wrote Romantic poetry.

我所有的业余时间都用在诗歌阅读上。

I spent all my spare time reading poetry.

这名吟游诗人在全国游历，吟唱他自己写的诗歌。

The minstrel travelled about the country singing songs and poems written by him.

吉米·韦恩

Coca-Cola and a Doughnut Stick

应该是这个故事吧~~

这个网站里有全文，我不**出来了，内容挺多的。

是国外网站，进去会有点慢，等等就好了~~

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还是全贴出来给你吧，很长。

Coca-Cola and a Doughnut Stick

As a present for my 15th birthday, I got arrested. At 16 I quit school. My home was an abandoned trailer. Then I met Bea and Russell...

By Jimmy Wayne, Nashville, Tennessee

July, 2006

Every day, as I walked to whatever odd job I’d been able to pick up, I’d pass this little woodshop. An old couple lived in the house on the property; I’d seen them coming and going plenty of times. Never gave them much thought. But one day it was like a voice told me, “Stop. Go in and talk to them.”

Maybe it was just desperation talking, but I listened. I walked into the shop and saw the old man running a jigsaw. “Sir,” I said, “do you have any work I could do?”

The old man turned and looked at me, a 16-year-old runaway with hair down past his shoulders and tattoos on his arm. But the old man’s eyes didn’t judge me, and he didn’t look scared. “Ask the boss,” he said, pointing toward the old lady.

“Oh, Honey,” she told me, “we don’t have insurance to cover you working in the shop.”

“Thanks anyways. I appreciate it,” I said, and turned to leave.

“Wait!” she called. “Can you cut grass?” I certainly could. “You come back around four o’clock.”

I showed up at four sharp, got their mower and set to work on the big field next to the house. About halfway through I saw someone standing under a big apple tree next to the fence in the distance. It was the old lady. When I finished mowing, she said, “You must be hungry and thirsty after all that hard work.” She handed me a Coca-Cola and a doughnut stick and paid me a couple of dollars. That was my first day on the job for Russell and Bea Costner.

Every two weeks I could count on mowing that lawn. And I could count on Bea waiting for me under the apple tree, holding a cola and a doughnut stick. It was the first thing I could count on in a long time.

Growing up I never knew what the next day would bring. Nothing good, that was for sure. We moved all the time. My dad wasn’t around, and eventually my mom remarried. That guy was meaner than mean. He sold our food stamps to buy drugs. All I had to eat was the free lunch at school. Sometimes I wouldn’t have eaten since Friday, and by Sunday I was so hungry I could barely stand it. No one else knew what was going on at home.

I’d never been a troublemaker and always worked hard. That didn’t matter to my stepfather. He beat the tar out of me. I learned to keep my mouth shut and stay under the radar. But inside, there was all this pain. It was pain worse than the gnawing ache of an empty belly. I had to let it out somehow. Problem was, I had no one to talk to. No one who really cared about me. No one I could trust. I was about 12 when I started writing things down. My feelings came out on the page as simple little poems. It helped me to put my loneliness into words, but I didn’t show anyone.

I shuffled from group home to foster home and back to my mom. On my 15th birthday the law caught up with me. I’d run away. Again. The cops sent me back to my mom. But when I turned 16 she left me a note saying I couldn’t stay with her anymore.

I’m on my own, I told myself. No more group homes. I quit school and took any odd job I could find to make a little money. At least now I could depend on the Costners for steady work, and I was grateful.

I ended up in an abandoned trailer. It wasn’t much-no electricity and a bed that was nothing more than an old sleeping bag on top of some building insulation. But it was better than sleeping outside. Experience had taught me that.

Bea surprised me one day. She was waiting under the apple tree with a Coca-Cola and a doughnut, as usual. After she gave them to me, she said, “Jimmy, we have a spare room. Wanted to know if maybe you’d move in.”

I’d never told her anything about my living situation. My first impulse was to say no. You’ve had enough of people letting you down, I thought. Don’t let yourself get hurt again. But a voice inside—the same one that had told me to walk into the woodshop—told me to ease up. “Sure,” I said. “I’ll have to get my things.”

I came back later that day with everything I owned in four **all bags. I wasn’t there any time before Russell sat me down for a talk. He’d been in the military, and he was not one to mince words. “Jimmy, if you want to stay in my house there’s a couple things you’ll have to do. First, go to church with Bea and me. Second, get a haircut.”

Normally I would’ve told him off and run away again. But there was something different about the Costners. Something I wasn’t too familiar with. Telling me I had to do those things meant they cared. I agreed to the haircut and church.

I kept writing my poems too. But I couldn’t bring myself to show anyone, not even Bea and Russell. The churchgoing got me thinking, though. Maybe God could see them. Are my poems any good? I asked him one Sunday.

Bea got me cutting grass for her friends, all the little old ladies in town. She’d drive me to their houses. “Make sure he gets a Coca-Cola when he’s done,” Bea would say. “I’ll come back to pick him up.”

I almost thought of her and Russell as parents. They helped me get back into school, and things seemed to be turning around for me. I felt like I was on solid ground for the first time ever. Then Russell died of cancer. Now that he’s gone, I thought, Bea’s gonna ask me to leave. But she didn’t.

“Jimmy, I believe you were sent to us for a reason,” she said. “I want you to stay.” So I stayed.

I kept on at school. In the twelfth grade a prison inmate came to talk to us about staying out of trouble. He had a guitar and sang country songs.

“Music’s helped me say things I never could,” he told us. Just like me with my poetry!

I went home and told Bea about him and his songs. We agreed I should buy a guitar. I started plinking out tunes and writing lyrics.

Bea kept asking, “When are you going to play one of your songs for me?” It was scary, but finally I did. I sang about feeling lost and alone, then finding out that there was love in this world after all. Bea pulled me to her in a big warm hug when I was done. It sure took a lot not to cry right then. “You keep on with your music, Jimmy Wayne,” she said. “Don’t you let anyone stand in your way.”

I wrote lots more songs and tried them all out on Bea. Soon I played at cookouts and other events around town. Bea never missed one. Even after I finished school, got full-time work and moved into my own place. She’d hear I was doing a show and call to ask me to come pick her up. We rode along together just like when she used to take me to my grass-cutting gigs.

The last time Bea saw me perform was at a junior high school pageant. She sat right in the front row, just like she always did. That voice inside spoke to me once again. It prompted me to do something I’d never done before. After a few songs I stepped close to the mic.

“I’d like you all to meet a very special lady,” I said. “Right there in the front row. Mrs. Beatrice Costner.” I told a little bit of my story, not in a poem or song this time, but in plain words. I told the kids how rough my life had been until Russell and Bea took me in. I’d never known such caring people. But like Russell had said, Bea was the boss. “If it weren’t for that lady,” I told the audience, “I wouldn’t be here today.” Bea beamed with pride.

When I dropped her off at home after the show, I said I’d pick her up in a few days for the next one. “Good-bye, Jimmy,” she said. That struck me funny. So formal, so not like her. Usually it was “Bye” or “See ya Wednesday.”

“Okay, see you soon, Bea,” I said.

“Good-bye, Jimmy. Good-bye.” She waved till I drove out of sight.

The very next morning I got a phone call. Bea was in the hospital. She’d had a stroke. She never opened her eyes or spoke a word again. Bea died less than a month later.

I wish so hard that she had lived to see me get a record contract and release my first album. I know how proud she would have been. A voice had led me to her, and in a way it was Bea who gave me my own voice. She had been right. I was sent to that couple for a reason. Every kid deserves what they gave me. Love and caring and a chance to make good. When I drink a Coke, or have a doughnut, or see an apple tree, I think of them. And I thank God for putting them in my life.

fragrance是什么意思

fragrance

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双语对照

词典结果：

fragrance[英][ˈfreɪgrəns][美][ˈfreɡrəns]

n.芳香，芬芳; 浓馥，香气; 香水，常用于广告语;

复数：fragrances

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舞台上的爱情生活比生活中的爱情要美好得多。因为在舞台上，爱情只是喜剧和悲剧的素材，而在人生中，爱情却常常招来不幸。它有时象那位诱惑人的魔女，有时又象那位复仇的女神。

你可以看到，一切真正伟大的人物（无论是古人、今人，只要是其英名永铭于人类记忆中的），没有一个是因爱情而发狂的人。因为伟大的事业只有罗马的安东尼和克劳底亚是例外。前者本性就好色荒淫，然而后者却是严肃多谋的人。这说明爱情不仅会占领开旷坦阔的胸怀，有时也能闯入壁垒森严的心灵----假如手御不严的话。

埃辟克拉斯曾说过一句笨话：“人生不过是一座大戏台。”似乎本应努力追求高尚事业的人类，却只应象玩偶般地逢场作戏。虽然爱情的奴隶并不同于那班只顾吃喝的禽兽，但毕竟也只是眼目色相的奴隶，而上帝赐人以眼睛本来是有更高尚的用途的。

过度的爱情追求，必然会降低人本身的价值。例如，只有在爱情中，才总是需要那种浮夸陷媚的词令。而在其他场合，同样的词令只能招人耻笑。古人有一句名言： “最大的奉承，人总是留给自己的。”----只有对情人的奉承要算例外。因为甚至最骄傲的人，也甘愿在情人面前自轻自贱。所以古人说得好：“就是神在爱情中也难保持聪明。”情人的这种弱点不仅在外人眼中是明显的，就是在被追求者的眼中也会很明显----除非她（他）也在追求他（她）。所以，爱情的代价就是如此，不能得到回爱，就会得到一种深藏于心的轻蔑，这是一条永真的定律。

由此可见，人们应当十分警惕这种感情。因为它不但会使人丧失其他，而且可以使人丧失自己本身。甚至其他方面的损失，古诗人早告诉我们，那追求海伦的人，是放弃了财富和智慧的。

由此可见，人们应当十分警惕这种感情。因为它不但会使人丧失其他，而且可以使人丧失自己本身。甚至其他方面的损失，古诗人早告诉我们，那追求海伦的人，是放弃了财富和智慧的。

我不懂是什么缘故，使许多军人更容易堕入情网，也许这正象他们嗜爱饮酒一样，是因为危险的生活更需要欢乐的补偿。

人心中可能普遍具有一种博爱倾向，若不集中于某个专一的对象身上，就必然施之于更广泛的大众，使他成为仁善的人，象有的僧侣那样。

夫妻的爱，使人类繁衍。朋友的爱，给人以帮助。但那荒淫纵欲的爱，却只会使人堕落毁灭啊！

(sorry,I made a mistak)

It may be easy to look around our world today and see the appearance of chaos, difficulty and strife. Yet, when we come from an open heart, we can also see our opportunity to love all things into balance, joy, harmony and peace. This planet does not need more visions of desperation, fear, doubt and hate - it requires an abundance of love, especially unconditional love, to heal and restore the beauty contained in every moment. This becomes the easier path once we take the first step and begin to share our love.

When we bring unconditional love back into our personal, professional, community and family lives, we begin the journey of restoring wholeness and happiness to our planetary adventure. Of course it takes determined effort on our part as the old ways of being are quick to return in our mind. However, this effort to love is rewarded with a new perspective on everything and all life benefits as a result.

Here at The Love Foundation, whether through Global Love Day each May 1st, our annual Art, Essay and Poetry Invitational, the Love Ambassador or Act of Love designations, and our newest program, Loving Earth, each of these opportunities are simply ways to keep the understanding of love fresh in our collective hearts and minds.

Nine years ago we started this nonprofit organization as a way to inspire and remind people of the simple power of loving unconditionally. In just these few years, we have witnessed a growing worldwide momentum embracing this opportunity to bring the awareness of unconditional love back into our daily lives.