William Butler Yeats, William Butler Yeats
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, when you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, take down this book, sit by the fire, take down this book,
I read slowly, and dreamed of the soft eyes I read slowly, and dreamed of the eyes of that year.
Your eyes were once, and their shadows were deep; Your soft eyes and deep aura.
How many people love your happy moments, how many people love your short-lived figure,
Love your beauty with false or true love, love your beauty with false or true love,
But there is one person who loves your pilgrim soul. Only one person loved your pilgrim heart.
Love the sadness on your aging face; Love the scars of years on your sad face.
Bend down the glowing railing, bend down the drooping eyebrows,
Whispering, a little sad, how love escapes from meditation and muttering,
And packed up on the mountains overhead, how love passed away and how it set foot on the mountains,
Hide his face among the stars. How to hide your face among the stars?
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The author artistically expounded his views in the poem When You Are Old. The poet thinks that true love is the mutual attraction of two hearts. Therefore, whether it is true or not, those "hearts that love beauty" when they are young and happy are not true love. Only love for a noble and beautiful mind is true love. Such love can stand the test of time and will not change because of changes in external conditions.
In order to highlight this kind of love, the author conceived a specific scene through artistic assumptions. In this scene, the heroine is old, "her hair is white", and no one pursues her anymore. Even she herself deeply felt the sad disappearance of love, and only the poet loved her "pilgrim's soul" alone and stubbornly. No one loves the poet, and the poet's unforgettable love is particularly outstanding and touching under the contrast and contrast of specific scenes, and has gained great aesthetic power.
Ye Zhi's early poems were mostly beautiful sentences and pure emotions, and joy and pain were turned into independent words, expressing his unique aesthetic world. In later works, it tends to be plain, simpler and more meaningful. He condensed the charm of poetry into daily life. This kind of poem is a kind of beauty and emotion that can be moved. It is simple and clear, but it is more real. Ye Zhi's greatness lies in his capture of the poetry of life at any time in real life. And this kind of poem is faint, warm and touching.
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When you were old and China died, you were gray-haired and sleepy.
Sit by the fire and take a slow nap. Please take down my collection of poems.
Please read slowly, like a dream, and you will relive it.
Your eyes used to be so affectionate and gentle.
How many people have loved your radiant charm,
Love your beautiful face, either sincerely or playfully,
But there is only one person! He loves your holy and devout heart!
When you wash away the lead and grieve for the beauty, she still loves you deeply!
The flame in the furnace is warm and bright, so you lower your head gently.
With a touch of sadness, whispering for the dying love,
At this time, he was wandering alone in Qian Shan,
Hide your face behind the stars staring at you all over the sky.
when you are old
3. When you are old, Ye Zhi's poem "When you are old" and Ye Zhi's famous poem "When you are old" are twelve versions. When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, you take a nap by the fire, take down this book, read it slowly, and dream of the gentle eyes that your eyes once had and their deep shadows; How many people love your happy and elegant moments, love your beauty with hypocrisy or sincerity, but only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the sadness on your aging face; Bend down by the burning fireplace, murmur a little sadly, how to pile up love on the mountains overhead and hide your face among the stars. When you are old, with spots on your temples and drowsiness, take this book down and read it slowly, dreaming of your gentle eyes and deep reflections in your eyes. How many people love your charming time, your beauty comes from hypocrisy or truth, but only one person loves the sincerity of your soul and the bitter wind and frost on your declining face; Bend down and whisper sadly by the red fireplace, how Cupid escaped, wandering in the mountains overhead, hiding his face among the stars.
When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the tenderness of your past eyes and their heavy shadows; How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. He hung his head and whispered sadly about the disappearance of love by the red fire. On the mountain overhead, he walked slowly, hiding his face among a group of stars. China is gone. You are gray-haired and sleepy, taking a nap by the fire. Please take down my poetry collection and read it slowly. Dreaming like a dream will refresh your eyes and ears. They used to be so affectionate and so gentle.
How many people have loved your radiant charm, your beautiful face, or sincerity, or acting skills, but only one person! He loves your holy and devout heart! When you wash away the lead and grieve for the beauty, she still loves you deeply! The flame in the furnace is warm and bright, and you gently lower your head, whispering for the withered and extinguished love with a touch of sadness. At this time, he is wandering alone in Qianshan, hiding his face behind the stars and staring at you. When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, take this book down and read it slowly, dreaming of the soft light and deep shadow in your eyes; How many people love your style and your beauty? With true or false feelings, only one person loves your pilgrim's heart and the sadness contained in your changing face; He leaned over the red fence again, with a little sadness, whispering about how love escaped, wandering in the mountains overhead, hiding his face in the stars.
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, take a nap by the fire, take down this book and read it slowly, dreaming of the tenderness your eyes once had and their deep shadows; How many people love your happy and beautiful time, your beauty, true or false love, but one person loves your pilgrim soul and the sadness on your aging face; He leaned over the burning stove and muttered sadly, how love left, wandering alone in the mountains overhead and burying his face in a group of stars. When you are old, gray-haired, sleepy, and sleepy by the fire, take this book down, read it slowly, and dream back to the soft light and deep wave shadow you once had in your eyes; How many people fall in love with your joyful and elegant moment, your beauty is true or false love, and one person loves your soul facing the mountains and your changing face.
With a little sadness, he leaned over the glittering iron railing. How did love escape? He wandered overhead and hid his face in a group of stars. When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing in front of the stove, please take this poem down and recite it slowly, dreaming of the soft light and faint shadow of your eyes; How many people have loved your beauty and your joyful and charming youth with sincerity and hypocrisy, but only one person loves your pilgrim's heart and the sadness on your withered face; When you lean over, beside the burning grate, you will whisper, with a touch of sadness: the lost love has now climbed the mountain and buried your face in the dense stars.
When you are old, gray-haired, sleepy and tired of sitting by the fire, take this book down and read it slowly, dreaming of the soft look and deep shadow in your eyes. How many people have loved the shadow of your youth, your beauty, hypocrisy or truth, but one person loves your pilgrim's heart and the traces of years on your sad face.
At the edge of the grate, you bent down and whispered with shallow sadness, how love passed away, how to set foot on the top of the mountain, and how to hide your face in the stars. When you are old, gray-haired, sleepy and tired and sitting by the fire, take this book down and read it slowly, recalling the eyes of that year, with soft eyes and profound reflection.
How many people have seen you worship your youthful and charming figure out of hypocrisy or true love for your beauty, but only one person loves your pilgrim's heart and your aging face. When you are old, gray-haired, sleepy and tired of sitting by the fire, take this book down and read it slowly, dreaming that it is the soft eyes and deep halo in your eyes.
How many people have loved your youthful shadow and your beauty? Whether it is hypocritical or true, only one person loves your pilgrim's heart and the traces of years on your sad face. At the edge of the grate, you bent down and whispered with shallow sadness, how love passed away, how to set foot on the top of the mountain, and how to hide your face in the stars.
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy.
When you are old, the full text is when you are old.
Translated by Yuan Kejia
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, hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
I hung my head, by the red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars.
when you are old
William Butler Yeats
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,
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;
Bend down by the glowing fireplace,
Whispering a little sadly, how love dies.
Pacing on the mountains overhead
Hide his face among the stars.
5. Who has the Chinese-English translation of When You Are Old William Bolt's In Ye Zhi When You Are Old?
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, when you are old, your temples are gray and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, take down this book, take down this book when taking a nap by the fire,
And read slowly, and dream of the soft eyes, read slowly and recall the softness of your eyes in the past.
Your eyes were once, and their shadows were deep; Soft eyes, deep reflection in eyes;
How many people love your happy moments and how many people love your charming moments?
Love your beauty with hypocrisy or truth, love your beauty from hypocrisy or truth,
But one person loves your pilgrim's soul, but only one person loves the sincerity of your soul.
Love the sadness on your aging face; Love the biting wind and frost on your declining face;
Bend down, bend down, by the red fireplace,
Whispering a little sadly about how love disappeared, telling the sad story of love disappearing,
Walking on the mountains overhead, walking on the top of the mountain overhead,
Hide his face among the stars. Hide his face among the stars.
6. The content of this poem when you are old. The original Chinese and English texts are as follows:
When you are old, when you are old.
William Butler Yeats, William Butler Yeats
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, when you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, take down this book, sit by the fire, take down this book,
I read slowly, and dreamed of the soft eyes I read slowly, and dreamed of the eyes of that year.
Your eyes were once, and their shadows were deep; Your soft eyes and deep aura.
How many people love your happy moments, how many people love your short-lived figure,
Love your beauty with false or true love, love your beauty with false or true love,
But there is one person who loves your pilgrim soul. Only one person loved your pilgrim heart.
Love the sadness on your aging face; Love the scars of years on your sad face.
Bend down the glowing railing, bend down the drooping eyebrows,
Whispering, a little sad, how love escapes from meditation and muttering,
And packed up on the mountains overhead, how love passed away and how it set foot on the mountains,
Hide his face among the stars. How to hide your face among the stars?
Second, expand the scope of knowledge:
1. Introduction: When You Are Old is a poem written by William Butler Yeats in 1893. This is a passionate and sincere love poem dedicated by Ye Zhi to his girlfriend Maud Gunny. The language of poetry is concise, but the emotion is rich and true. The poet used a variety of artistic expressions. Through in-depth analysis of the artistic expression techniques used by the poet in his poems, such as imaginary imagination, comparison and contrast, image emphasis and symbolic sublimation, the poet's faithful love for his girlfriend is reproduced. It reveals the insurmountable distance between real love and ideal love.
2. Introduction to the author:
William Butler Yeats (1865 ~ 1939) was born in Dublin on June 6, 1965. Studied painting at the Metropolitan Academy of Fine Arts in Dublin, 1887 began to specialize in poetry creation. 1939 65438+1October 28th, died in Locbruner, southern France.
Ye Zhi's early works still have gorgeous romantic style, and he is good at creating a fantastic atmosphere. For example, his prose collection "Celtic Dawn" published in 1893 belongs to this style. However, after entering the unquestionable era, under the influence of modernist poet Pound and others, especially under the influence of Irish nationalist political movement that he experienced personally, Ye Zhi's creative style has undergone more intense changes, which is closer to modernism.
Ye Zhi is not only one of the decision makers of Abbey Theatre, but also a senator of Irish Parliament. He attaches great importance to his social status and is a famous doer in the Irish Senate. Ye Zhi won the Nobel Prize in Literature with 1923, and won the prize for "expressing the soul of the whole nation with its artistic and appealing poems". 1934, he and Rudyard Kipling won the Gutenberg Prize for Poetry.
3. Appreciation of works: This love poem is unique, and its uniqueness comes from the poet's unique and sincere feelings. Without this kind of emotion, deliberately being original will only make people feel artificial. Therefore, this poem is not so much an imaginary description of the girl's twilight years as an expression of the poet's true feelings for the girl and the fleeting years. In this sense, it is the sincere feelings of sadness and hopelessness that overflow from the poem that move us.