Chinese to English should be translated into the format of a poem

the grasshopper and the cricket john keats

the poetry of earth is never dead.

when all the birds are faint with the hot sun

and hide in cooling trees,a voice will run

from hedge to hedge about the new?mown mead

that is the grasshopper’s. he takes the lead

in summer luxury;he has never done

with his delights,for when tired out with fun

he rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.

the poetry of earth is ceasing never.

on a lone winter evening, when the frost

has wrought a silence,from the stove there shrills

the cricket’s song,in warmth increasing ever，and seems to one in drowsiness half lost,the grasshopper’s among some grassy hills.

Grasshoppers and crickets John. Keats.

The poetry of the earth never dies:

When all the birds are faint from the scorching sun and hide in the shade of the forest, there is a sound.

Fluttering on the hedges around the freshly cut grass.

That's the music of the grasshopper! It competes for the lead.

Intoxicated by the luxury of midsummer, it has never been felt.

His joy faded, and when he was tired of singing, he comfortably roosted in the middle of the pleasant grass.

The poetry of the earth never stops:

On lonely winter nights, when the frost is set.

A silence that bounced off the fireside.

The song of the crickets, in the gradually rising heat, drowsiness, people feel the sound.

It seems to be a grasshopper chirping on the grassy mountain.

The wind is blowing pie.

It is gentle.

The flowers danced softly under its caresse.

The wind is blowing. It is robust.

The children happily flew kites with the help of the wind.

The wind is blowing. It is gentle.

The windmill turns slowly under the caress of the wind.

The wind is blowing. It is strong and envious.

The windmill turns quickly with the help of the wind.