Desolate stars, stars at dusk.
You sprinkled Yin Hui on the withered plain,
Sleeping river bends and dark hilltops.
I love your shining light in the sky,
It awakened the sleeping thoughts in my heart.
Familiar stars, in that quiet land,
I remember how you rose.
How beautiful the scenery is there;
Poplar and weak myrtle grew in the valley,
The lush cypress trees are graceful in the breeze.
The waves in the south are ringing sweetly.
I am full of worries,
On that hill over there, facing the sea.
Bitter decadent time.
Whenever the shadow of the night climbs on the roof of the village head,
That young girl is looking for you in the dark,
Call you like your girlfriend.
-Pushkin (translated by Feng Chun)
Clouds of Bai Yunfei crossed the sky.
Sad star, Venus at dusk!
You sprinkled Yin Hui on the withered plain,
Dark rocks and sleeping rivers.
I love the faint light in your sky,
It awakened my long-sleeping thoughts.
I remember, familiar stars, watching you rise.
In all pleasant and warm countries,
There are tall poplars in the valley.
Sleeping gloomy cypress, gentle myrtle,
And the sea waves in the south are ringing happily.
In that big mountain, I once had thoughts.
Idle away your time facing the sea,
The shadows of the night crept into the hut-
That young girl is looking for you in the dark,
She calls her partner by her own name.
-Pushkin (translated by Cha Liang Zheng)
I guess
Blizzard in Russia
Poet's Lonely Thinking in Oak Forest
Those deep eyes
Is it that cold in winter in Petersburg?
The mistress of San Shancun.
Do you remember those handsome young people?
Welcome me again.
I will also look for that old bodhi tree.
Follow the footsteps of the wind
Listen to the sunset telling the hillside about the season.
When I saw you in poetry
The appearance of a Greek girl
The melodious melody of the harp
It hurts.
You once lit the sun of Russian poetry.
today
No one dares to repeat this rhythm yet.
My heart is full of reverence
A great man.
In the song behind the Woods
Leave a footprint of words
non-interlaced
The roar of czar Alexander I
Send this presumptuous boy to hard labor.
Spring in Petersburg and Moscow may be brighter than in the south.
1825 memory
Bloody winter
Ideal and justice are distorted by sin.
Siberian wind
Puzzled blowing
The pen in the poet's hand will not stop because of intimidation.
Pioneer of Acura Revolution
Above the true meaning of love and beauty
1830
The Birth of yevgeny onegin
It is the poet's burning pen.
Save and guide the depressed life of young people.
Dispel the fog over Russia.
Let the sunshine of truth
Illuminate the world of ignorance
If you read those chapters carefully
You will see the figure of writing on your desk.
The beam of lanterns
Illuminate the hearts of every reader.
When an elaborate conspiracy
Be implemented
The enemy's sword pierced the poet's heart.
I don't know
Do you see this sword?
Poetry hidden in blood
source
treasure-house
Be hurt by ignorance
This is the sadness of 1837.
The shocked and angry Russian public
And vast land.
Tears are like the crying of the Volga River.
Hot, hot, hot
Or in a sad tone
stand in silent tribute
A century's loss
His name has long been known.
Even if there is only one poet in the moonlight.
Worth reciting.
only
he
Napoleon
The strange fate is over,
Great men and stars are dead,
The harsh era of Napoleon,
Has been helplessly sinking.
Disappeared, the pride of victory,
Rulers on trial,
He was banished from this world,
It's time for future generations to rise.
His memory dyed red with blood,
Will spread around the world for a long time,
Great fame protects you,
Rest in the vast smoke ...
How magnificent this mausoleum is,
Put your body on the coffin,
The hatred of the people has been eliminated,
The immortal light is shining.
In the land of humiliation,
How long did your eagle fly?
How many kingdoms have fallen,
Let thunderbolt become cruel and destroy everything.
Let fate drive you away,
The battle flag roared and the disaster flowed.
You put the heavy shackles of tyranny,
On the shoulders of future generations of the earth.
When the world wakes up from slavery,
When the required glow comes on,
Gauls, with their angry hands,
Overthrow decadent idols;
When the king's dirty body,
In the riot square,
The inevitable grand festival—
Free festivals shine-
Angry people set off a storm,
You foresee a good opportunity,
Regardless of the lofty hopes of the people,
You despise all mankind.
Only believe in destructive happiness,
Your fearless heart is crazy,
Lured by the autocratic system,
You are obsessed with illusory beauty.
You appease the changing people,
Calm their childish madness,
The new freedom becomes stupid,
Suddenly lost his strength.
Surrounded by slaves, you are full of pride,
You realized your desire for power,
You wrap a chain around laurel leaves,
Put the people's army on the battlefield.
Although France won the honor,
But I forgot her great ambition,
Can only use involuntary eyes,
Look at her glorious shame.
You brought the sword into the grand banquet,
It's like you fell and cheered,
Europa was destroyed, a gloomy dream.
Floating on his head.
The giant raised his shameful face,
Step on Europa's chest,
Tilsit. (Ross)
No longer afraid to hear it)
Tilhit is a proud hero.
Last time I made a name for myself abroad;
Peace is boring, quiet and barren.
The heart of the lucky one is excited again.
Who bewitched you? Crazy!
Who made the Wizards short-sighted?
Why don't you understand Ross's heart?
Have courage and insight in vain!
Didn't expect the blazing flame,
You fantasize about us Russians,
And look forward to god's peace;
It's too late to guess at us now.
Russia, the queen of war,
You remember ancient rights!
Put out the sun in Austerlitz!
Great Moscow, burn!
Another era has arrived,
A brief shame is written off!
Fighting to the death is our agreement!
Russia, pray for Moscow!
He stretched out his frozen hands,
Grab your iron crown,
He's finished, he's finally finished,
Witness the bottomless abyss before your eyes.
There is blood everywhere in the snow,
European civilian troops fled in a hurry,
Melting snow declared their demise,
The enemy's trail disappeared immediately.
The world is boiling and angry,
Europa broke free from the chain,
The curse of the people flies to the tyrant,
The crusaders roared like thunder.
The giant saw Nemesis,
See people waving iron fists:
Tyrant, heavy humiliation,
I have to ask you for full compensation.
His past greed was insatiable,
And unexpected ferocity,
In exchange for exile, I feel depressed.
Loneliness under the exotic sky.
Visit the prisoner's heat island,
There will be sailboats from the north,
Visitors will be on the rock wall.
Carve the language of tolerance and reconciliation.
Looking at the waves in the distance,
The prisoner once thought that the sword was screaming,
Thinking of the fear of freezing in the north,
Think of his French sky.
He sometimes forgets on a desert island.
Throne, afterlife and war,
A person, a person thinking about Aiko,
I feel sad and sad.
Nowadays, what people are narrow-minded,
Willing to bear shameful shame,
Condemn rashly,
To disturb his deposed ghost!
Ah, he did it for the Russian people.
Pointed out the lofty mission,
Give the world eternal freedom,
Is the legacy of his exile.
Go to the seaside
Goodbye, free and unrestrained sea!
This is the last time you appear in front of my eyes,
Rolling blue waves,
Shining with beautiful light.
As if this were a friend's melancholy complaint,
As if this were his farewell call,
I'm listening for the last time.
Your sad voice, your calling voice.
You are the desire in my heart!
I often walk along your coast,
A person wandering quietly and blankly,
And because of that secret wish!
How much I like your reply,
Love your melancholy voice, your deep voice,
The silence at dusk,
And that capricious passion!
The docile sails of fishermen,
Under your intentional protection,
Flying bravely between the waves;
But when you lose control,
A large group of ships will be destroyed.
I want to leave forever.
Your lonely and still coast,
Congratulations with a feeling of revelry,
Let my poems follow your waves, towards the distant,-
But I didn't get what I wanted!
You wait, you call … and I am bound;
My inner struggle is completely futile;
I was fascinated by a strong passion,
Let me be on your shore. ……
What's so pathetic? Where is it now?
Is it the carefree path I want to run to?
In your desert, there is something.
It once shook my heart.
This is a steep rock, a glorious tomb. ...
There, immersed in a cold sleep,
Are some magnificent memories;
Napoleon died there.
There, he was buried in suffering.
After him, like the sound of a storm,
Another genius flew away from us,
He is another king in our mind.
The singer who cried for the god of freedom disappeared,
He left his laurel in the world.
Let's have a chaotic weather, let's stir it up;
Oh, the sea, is he once in song for you.
Your image is reflected in him,
He used your spirit to shape growth:
He is as dignified, deep and gloomy as you.
Like you, nothing can make him give in.
The world is empty ... the ocean,
Where are you taking me now?
People's fate is the same everywhere:
Where there is happiness, there are people who protect it;
Maybe an enlightened saint, maybe a tyrannical king.
Oh, goodbye, sea!
I'll never forget your serious face,
I will be for a long time.
Listen to your rumbling at dusk.
My heart is full of you,
I'm going to take your cliff, your bay,
Your flash, your shadow, and the whispering waves,
Into the forest, into the silent desert.
"I once loved you: this love may be ..."
I once loved you: this love may be
It has not completely stopped in my heart;
But don't let this love bother you again;
I don't want anything to upset you.
I once loved you in silence and despair,
Sometimes suffering from timidity, sometimes suffering from jealousy;
I used to love you so sincerely and tenderly,
God bless others to love you so much.
-
To sb.
No, no, I shouldn't. I dare not. I can't.
Then madly indulge in the excitement of love;
I strictly protect my own peace,
I don't want my heart to burn and be confused;
No, I have loved enough; But why,
Sometimes I still fall into short-lived fantasies,
When a young and pure paradise was born,
Occasionally pass by me, flash,
Disappear? ..... can't I already?
Appreciate girls with sad passion,
Follow her quietly with your eyes.
I want her to be happy, I want her to be happy,
I sincerely hope that she will have a good life.
Have carefree leisure and happy peace.
Bless everything, even the people she chooses,
The one who called the lovely girl his wife? !
-
Know the guest
I remember that magical moment:
You appeared in front of me,
Like a flash in the pan,
Like a pure and beautiful elf.
In the torment of despair and sadness,
In the busy life,
This gentle voice echoed in my ears for a long time.
Lovely faces emerge in dreams.
Time flies. A violent storm,
Blow away past fantasies,
I forgot your gentle voice,
And your fairy face.
Living in seclusion in the darkness of the prison,
My years are quietly continuing,
Without god, without inspiration,
No tears, no life, no love.
-
To a Greek girl
You were born to
Ignite the poet's imagination,
You're scared, you capture your imagination,
Extend cordial and lively greetings,
In strange oriental languages,
Eyes shining like mirrors,
With the wildness of this jade foot ...
You were born to be gentle,
Just for the joy of passion.
I'm sorry, being Lila's singer,
With a heavenly vision,
Depicting his unshakable ideals,
A painful and lovely poet,
Is that your image?
Perhaps, in that distant country,
Under the sacred canopy of Greece,
Inspiring victims,
Seeing you is like a dream,
So deep down,
Treasure this unforgettable image?
Maybe, the magician confused you,
Ring his happy harp;
Trembling involuntarily,
Skimming your pride chest,
So you lean on his shoulder. ...
No, no, my friend,
I don't want to have jealous fantasies;
I have alienated happiness for a long time,
When I enjoy happiness again,
Secret sadness torments me,
I am worried: all lovely people are disloyal.
-
Kangfu
Have I seen you, my dear friend?
Is this just a vague fantasy,
This is an unreal dream, a serious disease.
Stimulate my imagination by cheating?
At this gloomy moment of ominous disease,
It's you standing in front of my bed, gentle girl.
Clumsy and cute in military uniform?
Yes, I met you; I don't have God's sight.
See the familiar beauty through the uniform:
I whispered to my girlfriend. ...
But dark fantasies gathered in my mind again,
I look for you in the dark with my weak hands …
Suddenly, on my hot forehead, I felt
Your tears, wet kisses and your breath …
This immortal feeling! The fire of life,
Very excited to pass through my mind!
I'm boiling, I'm shaking. ...
You disappeared like a beautiful phantom!
Cruel friends! You make me suffer from intoxication;
Come on, let love destroy me!
In the silence of a wonderful night,
Come on, magic girl! Let me watch it again.
Your blue eyes under the majestic military cap,
See the cloak, see the Sam Browne belt,
See feet decorated with military boots.
Don't hesitate, come on, my beautiful soldier,
Come on, I'm waiting for you. The gods once again
Gave me a healthy gift,
Gave me sweet troubles,
This is the secret game of love and youth.
-
To a visionary.
You will enjoy yourself in the painful passion;
You are willing to let the tears flow,
Willing to torture the imagination with useless flames,
Keep quiet sadness in your heart.
Naive dreamer, please believe you can't love.
Oh, if you, the melancholy seeker,
Once moved by the madness of love,
When all the venom of love boils in your veins,
When sleepless nights last for a long time,
You lie in bed, slowly suffering from sadness,
You're calling for deceptive silence,
Close your sad eyes in vain,
You cried, holding a hot quilt,
You become haggard in the madness of frustrated wishes,
Please believe that by then,
You won't have any more wild thoughts!
No, no. You'll be in tears,
Kneel at the feet of a proud lover,
You're trembling, pale, crazy,
You will shout to the gods:
"Gods, please give me back the reason why I was cheated.
Please get this damn image out of my face!
I love enough, please give me peace!
But that dark love and unforgettable image,
You will never get rid of it.
-
A letter to Rita
When the wonderful darkness opens
Spread out quietly over their heads,
When time pushes the pointer,
On the slow clock,
When nature is happy and quiet,
Only love didn't sleep,-
At this time, I left again.
The dense dome of my cell,
I am in your home ...
According to my hurried steps,
According to the passionate silence,
According to the bold trembling hands,
According to the excited breathing,
And hot and tender lips,
Please say your lover,-
My joy and happiness have arrived!
Oh, Rita, that would be great,
If you die ecstatically because of passionate love!
-
singer
Have you ever heard the song Behind the Night Forest?
That is a singer who is in love and sad.
When the fields are quiet in the morning,
Melancholy, simple voice,
Have you ever heard of it?
Have you ever foreseen him in the desolate and dark forest?
That is a singer who is in love and sad.
Have you ever seen tears and smiles,
See those quiet eyes full of sadness?
Have you ever met one?
Have you ever sighed when you heard that quiet song?
That is a singer who is in love and sad.
When you see this young man in the forest,
I saw his blurred eyes,
Have you ever sighed?
-
Reason and love
Young Daphnis is chasing dorris,
He shouted, "stop, beauty, stop!
Say "I love you" and I will.
Stop chasing you, I swear to God! "
"Shut up, shut up!" Reason is saying,
The lovely God said, "Say it: you are so cute!" "
"You are so cute!" The shepherdess repeated:
Their hearts are lit by love,
Daphnis knelt at the feet of the beautiful woman,
Dorris lowered his affectionate eyes.
"Run, run!" Reason said to her:
Cupid said, "Please stay!"
She stayed-the happy shepherd boy.
Hold her hand tightly with trembling hands.
He said, "Look, under the bodhi tree,
Two pigeons hug together! "
"Run, run!" Reason repeatedly said:
Love said to her, "hug like them!" "
On a beautiful kiss,
Sneak a gentle smile,
There was tenderness in her eyes,
Throw yourself into the arms of your lover ...
"I wish you happiness!" Love said to her.
What about reason? Reason has nothing to say.
-
How sweet! ..... But God, how dangerous it is ... "
How sweet! ..... but god, how dangerous,
Listen to your voice and look at your lovely eyes! ……
This warm and magical conversation, this wonderful look,
And this smile, how can I forget!
Wonderful woman, why did I meet you?
Knowing you, I tasted happiness,-
Hatred of my happiness also filled my chest.
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