Author: William Butler Yeats Ye Zhi (1865- 1939), an Irish poet, wrote in English. He took part in the Irish independence movement in his early years, but later left the political movement and devoted himself to literary writing. His poetic style is deeply influenced by Blake; After contact with the French school of poetry, his poetry was endowed with aesthetic concern and symbolic significance. Ye Zhi won the Nobel Prize in Literature with 1923, and he is a poet who has a great influence on modern poetry. 1889, Ye Zhi met the actress maud gonne, an Irish independence fighter, and fell in love with her. He proposed to her many times, but they were all rejected. However, he loved her all his life and wrote many poems for her. When you are old, it is one of them.
when you are old
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy.
Take a nap by the fire, take down this book,
Reading slowly, dreaming of the gentle eyes.
Your eyes were once, and their shadows were deep;
How many people love your happy and elegant moments,
Love your beauty with false or true love;
But there is one person who loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the sadness on your aging face;
Bend down by the glowing fireplace,
Whispering a little sadly, how love dies.
Pacing on the mountains overhead,
Hide his face among the stars.
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When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the heavy shadows of their past;
How many people love you when you are young and happy?
Worship your beauty, out of hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles of your old face.
Bend down by the red flame,
Sad whisper, why does love die,
He paced slowly on the mountain overhead,
Bury your face in the stars.
2. There are words in your poem in Shui Mu's life. Is it the haggard and damaged Li Qingzhao? Who can pick it now?
Actually, I feel more like the famous Irish poet Ye Zhi & amp； "Flower Flower"; lt； When you are old&; gt； How many people love your charming time,
The beauty of loving you comes from hypocrisy or truth,
But only one person loves the sincerity of your soul,
Love the biting wind and frost on your declining face;
How many people love your joyful and elegant moments,
Loving your beauty with true or false love,
But there is one person who loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the sadness on your aging face