Goodbye, free and unrestrained sea! This is the last time you are in front of my eyes, rolling blue waves and shining beautiful light. It's like a friend's melancholy complaint, like his parting call. I'm listening to your sad noise and your calling noise for the last time. You are the desire of my heart! I often wander quietly and blankly along your shore, and I am distressed and heartbroken because of that secret wish! How I love your echo, your gloomy tone, the sound of your abyss, the silence at dusk and the capricious passion! Fishermen's docile sails, relying on your willful protection, bravely fly between the waves; But when you surge out of control, a large group of ships will perish. I wanted to leave your lonely and motionless coast forever, congratulate you with carnival feelings, and let my poems run far away along your waves, but I failed to do so! (Section 2) You wait, you call … and I am bound; The struggle of my mind was totally in vain: I was charmed by a strong passion and kept me by your shore ... What is there to pity? Where is the carefree path I want to run to now? In your desert, there is something that shocked my mind. It was a precipitous rock, a glorious tomb … There, immersed in a cold sleep, were some majestic memories; Napoleon died there. There, he was buried in suffering. And after him, just like the noise of the storm, another genius flew away from us. He was another monarch in our mind. The singer who wept for the god of freedom disappeared, and he left his laurel in the world. The cloudy weather is noisy, stir up: oh, the sea, it was he who once sang you. (Section 3) Your image is reflected in him. He is shaping his growth with your spirit: just like you, he is majestic, profound and deep. Like you, nothing can make him surrender to the emptiness of the world. Where are you taking me now, sea? People's fate is the same everywhere: wherever there is happiness, there are already people guarding it: perhaps enlightened sages or tyrannical kings. (Section 4) Oh, goodbye, sea! I will never forget your solemn face, and I will listen to your thunder at dusk for a long time. My whole heart is full of you. I want to take your precipitous rocks, your bay, your flash, your shadow, and the waves of whispers into the forest and into the silent desert town. (Section V)
Appreciation of To the Sea:
Pushkin's To the Sea is a political lyric poem that resists tyranny, opposes dictatorship, pursues light and eulogizes freedom. The poet takes the sea as his bosom friend, freedom as his purpose, and pour out his heart in the form of multi-angle and multi-aspect, describing his mental journey of pursuing freedom. The feelings are dignified, deep and varied, and the style is bold and exciting. Generally speaking, the poetic changes in To the Sea show the love of the sea (section one or two), the thought of the sea (section three or four) and the thought of the sea (section five). Pushkin and If Life Deceived You
A Brief Introduction to Poetry
If Life Deceived You was written in the day when Pushkin was exiled by the czar. At that time, the Russian revolution was in full swing, but the poet was forced to live in Pushkin Square. Under such circumstances, the poet has not lost hope and fighting spirit. He loves life and pursues his ideals persistently, believing that light will come and justice will prevail. The poem clarifies such a positive and optimistic attitude towards life: when life deceives you, don't be sad and impatient; Be patient in times of distress, everything will pass and the future will be happy and beautiful. It is impossible to live without pain and sorrow. Happiness will not be covered by sorrow forever, and happy days will come. In the second section, the poet expressed his positive attitude towards the future forever, and told people that when we look back on that past after overcoming difficulties and hardships, everything in the past will become better. This is the summary of the poet's life experience and the true meaning of life. There is no image in this poem, and just eight sentences are all in the tone of advice-according to common sense, this is something that poetry creation should try its best to avoid, but this poem has achieved great success by reasoning. The reason is that the poet writes in an equal tone of expression, with an intimate and gentle tone, enthusiasm and frankness, as if the poet were talking to you; The poem is fresh and smooth, warm and deep, with rich human touch and philosophical meaning, from which people can feel the poet's sincere and broad feelings and strong and optimistic thoughts and emotions. After this poem came out, many people wrote it down in their notebooks and became the motto to motivate themselves. If life deceives you, don't be sad and don't be impatient! Calm is needed in melancholy days: believe it, happy days will come. My heart is always longing for the future, but now it is often melancholy; Everything is instantaneous, everything will pass, and what has passed will become a kind nostalgia. This poem was written in the form of a gift to his neighbor Osipova's daughter, Yefu Blakesia nikolayev Na Furive. At the same time, This poem was also selected as Pushkin
Wedge
in the second volume of the seventh grade Chinese in the new curriculum standard of People's Education Press, where he stood beside the vast sea waves
He was full of great thoughts
The river was running in a canoe
It was desolate and lonely on the waves
On the wet shore covered with moss
A dark hut in the east and west. The forest that has never seen the sun
is noisy around
and he thinks
We will threaten Sweden from here
We will build castles here
Embarrassing our arrogant neighbors
Nature has set a window here
We will open it and lead to Europe
We will stand firm at the seaside
The sails of various countries will come together < Dancing in the air
One hundred years later, the young city
became the pearl and miracle of the north
from the dark forest to the swamp
It raised the head of the splendid proud bank
Here, only Finnish fishermen
were like natural stepsons, unhappy
lonely near the low-humidity river bank
and threw his shabby fishing net
. It is said that neat palaces and lofty pavilions
gather together, and groups of
big ships
rush to this rich port from every corner of the world to berth
neva river is clothed with marble
tall bridges cross the waves
the island in the middle of the river is hidden
hidden in a thick green garden
and
ancient next to this young capital. In front of the crowned queen
I love the city built by Peter
I love your solemn and tidy face
How solemn the water in neva river is
Marbles are laid on its banks
I love the pattern of iron bars
The moonless night you meditate on
The transparent and shining darkness
Often I sit alone in the room
I don't need to light a lamp to write or read. I saw
how bright the spire of Admiralty was
in the golden sky when it was dark
It was too late to close the curtain
The dawn was one line after another
The night only stayed for half an hour
I love your cold winter
Your frost and condensed air
How many sledges ran along the Neva River
The girl's face. P > bachelors binge in the middle of the night
glasses are bubbling with foam
Peng-style wine is flowing with blue flames
I love your God of War's playground
Young soldiers' heroic exercises
Infantry and cavalry are arrayed in rows
There is another kind of grandeur in monotony
Ah, there are
a number of broken victory flags flying in rows < Glory
I love you, Russia's military town
When the queen of the northland heard good news
A prince was born in the court
Or Russia was defeated by the enemy
Celebrating her glory again
Or neva river was frozen and cracked
Blue ice cubes poured into the sea
Because I felt the joy of spring
Stand tall
Peter's city. The power of nature
will bow to you
Let Haibo of Finland never forget
its ancient submission and hostility
Don't stir up futile sword soldiers
disturb Peter's eternal dream
However, there was a terrible time
People can still clearly remember
I will tell you about this dear reader
. Part
In the dark sky of Petersburg
The cold autumn wind in November is blowing
neva river surges with loud waves
impacting the neat stone-paved shore wall
The river is excitedly spinning like a patient
constantly churning in her bed
At this time, it's getting late, in the darkness
Raindrops are pounding on the window and the wind is
worried.
There is a young man named Eugen
We will use this name to address
the protagonist of the story because I like
its tone and once
it had an indissoluble bond with my pen
We don't want to delve into his surname
although this surname may have appeared in a prominent family
or even historian Lamkin in the past. The society and rumors
have long forgotten about it
Our protagonist works somewhere
The important person who lives in Cologne doesn't know
He doesn't yearn for his dead ancestors
nor sigh for the passing time
Well, when he got home, Eugene
threw off his coat and took off his clothes and went to bed
but he couldn't
sleep.
How humble and poor he is.
He must work hard to expect
a stable life and a little honor.
May God be kind and give him
more money and wisdom. He thinks of
some rich people who spend too much time
lazy people who don't have smart minds
How comfortable their lives are
And he always works * *. It's only been two years
His thoughts have turned to the weather and storms
The waves have not stopped near the riverside
The bridge in neva river has almost washed away
The traffic has been interrupted.
What should he do if he wants to see Barnasha?
And she will not be seen for two or three days.
Eugen heartily regrets here
and fantasizes like a poet
I. I'm going to work day and night
there will always be a way to set up a home
to make it simple, peaceful and not luxurious
to set up my Barnasha there
Maybe after a year or two
I'll find an errand
to give Barnasha management and management
and educate our children
So we can hold hands alive
. Do not part until death
Teach our children and grandchildren to bury us together
He thinks about it all night
He is melancholy and sincerely hopes that
the autumn wind will not cry so sadly
raindrops will not hit the window
so heartless
But sleep
finally closes his eyes. Look
The dark stormy night has gradually faded away
. At night,
I resisted the storm and poured it into the sea
but finally I couldn't resist its violence
I had exhausted my strength in fighting with it
The next morning, on both sides of the river, crowds of residents gathered to look up at NB327
They watched the splash of water
and the raging waves
But the violent wind from the bay
resisted. She returned to the island that flooded the middle of the river.
At this time, the weather was even more dangerous.
The roaring Neva kept rising.
She was boiling like a pot of boiling water.
Like a wild animal suddenly went crazy.
Suddenly, she rushed to the city.
Everything made the surrounding area clear to her.
Immediately, it was a dead and desolate flood.
It poured into the cellar and climbed over the threshold.
Canal. Half of his body was immersed in the water
Oh, the siege attacked the evil waves
He climbed into the doors and windows like a thief
The boat swung at the stern and smashed the glass
The board of the vendor was covered with a curtain
The broken thatched cottage with wood chips
The odds and ends of the small business
All the wealth of the poor people
The fragments of the bridge destroyed by the thunderstorm
And from Seeing God's anger waiting for death
Alas, everything is gone, food, clothing and room
Where to find
It was a miserable year
Our czar was still shining
Ruling Russia, and he appeared
On the veranda, he was depressed
He said that the czar could not rule
The invisible forces of nature, and he sat down
. The rivers in Huze
were the former streets
and the palace was like a gloomy island country
In the flood, the Tsar only spoke
and looked at his generals
They spread all over the city
Some went to the streets, some went through small lanes
In and out of the waves, they were desperate
to rescue those who were scared by the flood.