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If life deceives you Pushkin (Russia)
If life deceives you,
Don’t be sad, don’t be impatient !
Calm down is needed in gloomy days:
Believe it, happy days will come.
My heart is always looking forward to the future;
Now I am always melancholy.
Everything is fleeting,
Everything will pass;
And what has passed,
will become dear Nostalgic.
The Road Not Taken (USA) Frost
There are two diverged roads in the dark yellow forest,
Sorry, I, A passerby,
cannot embark on two journeys at the same time,
Standing for a long time, I looked at a road from a distance,
until it curved , the view is blocked by bushes.
So I chose another one, which was no worse than that one,
Maybe I can give a better reason,
Because it is green and velvety, Waiting for people to trample on -
In fact, when it comes to leaving footprints,
There is no big difference between the two roads.
That morning, there were two roads, almost the same,
Both were buried under the fallen leaves that had not been stepped on.
Ah, I leave that first road for another day!
But I know that one road leads to another.
Whether we can return to the old place in the future is hard to say.
How many years have passed, how much time has passed,
I will sigh and mention the old things:
There are two roads in the forest, toward Going in two directions,
And I - I took a road less traveled,
which brought a completely different scene.
To the Sea Pushkin (Russia)
Goodbye, free and unrestrained sea!
This is the last time you are in front of my eyes, rolling blue Waves,
And shining with delicate beauty.
It seems to be a friend’s melancholy complaint,
It seems to be his call when parting,
I am listening for the last time
< p>The sound of your sorrow, the sound of your calling.You are the desire of my heart!
I often walk along your shore,
Wandering alone quietly and blankly,
still distressed and heartbroken because of that secret wish !
How I love your echo,
Love your sombre tone, the sound of your abyss,
And the silence of the dusk,
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And that capricious passion!
The gentle sail of the fishermen,
Protected by your willfulness,
Sails bravely among the waves;
< p>But when you become turbulent and unable to control it,a large group of ships will perish.
I wanted to leave forever
You lonely and motionless shore,
Congratulations to you with a feeling of carnival,
< p>And let my poems follow your waves to the distance,But I failed to get what I wanted!
You wait, you call...but I am bound;
The struggle of my soul is completely in vain:
I am bound by a kind of Charmed by strong passion,
Let me stay on your shore...
What is there to pity? Where now
is the carefree path I want to take?
In your desert, there is something
It once shocked my soul.
It is a cliff, a glorious tomb...
There, immersed in cold sleep,
are some majestic memories ;
That’s where Napoleon died.
There, he slept in misery.
And right after him, like the noise of the storm,
Another genius flies away from us again,
He is our thought Another monarch.
The singer who wept for the God of Liberty disappeared,
He left his laurels in the world.
Let the evil weather be noisy and agitated:
Oh, the sea, it was he who once sang to you.
Your image is reflected in him,
He is shaped and grown by your spirit:
Just like you, he is majestic, profound and profound ,
He is like you, nothing can make him surrender. The world is empty, the sea,
Where are you taking me now?
People's fate is the same everywhere:
Wherever there is happiness, there are people guarding it:
Perhaps it is an enlightened sage, perhaps He is a tyrannical king.
Oh, goodbye, sea!
I will never forget your majestic face,
I will listen to your roar at dusk for a long time, for a long time.
My whole soul is filled with you,
I will take your rocks, your bays,
Your sparkle, your shadow, and The waves of whispers are brought into the forest and into the silent desert country.