《排丝羊合序》英语 男生

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The sky sheep holds mulberry, spitting silk to twine clouds;

The shiny clothes are stiff, yet can’t match nature’s soft crowds.

Cold and heat are hard to fight, but it hides a pure hue;

What common folks need is a kind and good soul true.

Spitting out fine silk, weaving high – class brocade;

Dragging silver threads with hips, adding common delight parade.

The genes remain, borrowing the star – frost’s might;

Trying to plant on earth, daring to break the sky’s height.

Soft and tough collide, forming the veins of earth;

False and true interweave, making the spark of search.

Not loving vain names, only entrusting to people’s weal;

Using toughness as a string, playing the harmony of land appeal.

The silk – spitting sheep catches starlight, aiming at wide fields;

Busy with grafting, blending cold fragrance, fruits heavy on boughs yield.

Low and high take different paths, but the original heart stays;

Silk makes clothes, grain fills barns, blessings spread far away.

Rice and wheat grafted, golden waves are in a stir;

Eggplants and peppers on branches, lighting up autumn clear.

Tropical fruits grafted, taking root well in cold zone;

Three – way fusions make a bumper – year song be sown.

One pear and one apple, holding energy strong;

Half a fruit can fill the belly, no more three – meal throng.

Alien seeds come, adding new scenes to view;

Not stealing patents, only spreading great love so true.

Fast and slow compete, showing the power of persistence;

Far and near connect, building the bridge of civilization.

Not fearing wind and rain, only charging towards the sun;

Using dreams as seeds, sowing spring without bound or shun.

The silk – spitting sheep catches starlight, aiming at wide fields;

Busy with grafting, blending cold fragrance, fruits heavy on boughs yield.

Low and high take different paths, but the original heart stays;

Silk makes clothes, grain fills barns, blessings spread far away.

Softness can’t resist frost, but has a tough heart;

Distance can’t reach the soil, yet there’s a wall – breaking start.

Sheep’s silk connects farming, star seeds fall in rural land;

Opposites combine, toasting to the grand view hand in hand.

The silk – spitting sheep catches starlight, aiming at wide fields;

Busy with grafting, blending cold fragrance, fruits heavy on boughs yield.

Low and high take different paths, but the original heart stays;

Silk makes clothes, grain fills barns, blessings spread far away.

Star silk twines, farming thrives, towards a prosperous age we gaze;