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Lonely reaper
Look at her, alone in the field,
That lonely highland girl!
Harvesting and singing alone;
Let's stop here and pass it gently!
She cut and bound the grain by herself,
Singing a melancholy tune;
Oh, listen! Because the valley is deep
Full of sound.
No nightingale has ever challenged
More welcome instructions for the tired band
Travelers are in some dark places,
In the Arabian desert:
Never heard such an exciting voice.
From the cuckoo's spring,
Break the silence of the ocean
In the farthest hebrides.
Nobody told me what she sang? -
Maybe sad numbers are flowing.
For old, unhappy, distant things,
And the battle long ago:
Or some more humble level,
Familiar things today?
Some natural sadness, loss or pain,
This has happened before, and it may happen again.
Whatever the theme, the girl sings
As if her song had no ending;
I saw her singing at work,
Over the crooked sickle; ——
I listened quietly and did not move.
When I climbed up the mountain,
The music in my heart,
I'll never hear it again after a long time.
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3. Another translation of the lonely harvester
Look, a lonely plateau girl.
Harvesting in distant fields,
Singing alone while cutting,-
Please stop. Or sneak past!
She cut and tied the wheat alone,
Sing a song of infinite sadness,
Hold your breath and listen! A deep and wide valley
It has been filled with songs and overflowed!
There was never a nightingale,
Singing such a charming song,
In the shade of the desert
Comfort tired passengers;
No cuckoo has ever welcomed spring,
The sound of crying is so shocking to the soul,
In the remote Huberley Islands.
Break the loneliness of the sea.
What does she sing? Who can tell me?
Sad notes keep flowing,
Is it to tell the misfortune in the distance?
Is it to carry the ancient war?
Maybe her songs are humble,
Just sing today's ordinary joys and sorrows,
Sing the sadness and pain of nature—
After what happened yesterday, will we meet again tomorrow?
I can't guess what this girl sings,
Her songs are like endless running water;
I saw her singing and working,
Bend over and wave the sickle, and work endlessly ...
I listened attentively to her singing,
Then, when I climbed up the mountain,
Although the song is no longer audible,
It still haunts my mind.
Don't walk into that beautiful night gently.
Dylan Marles Thomas (19 14- 1953)
Don't walk into that beautiful night gently.
Old age should burn and revel at the end of the day.
Anger, anger against the death of light:
Although wise people finally know that darkness is right,
Because there is no forked lightning in their words
Don't walk into that beautiful night gently.
Good man, how brilliant you cried after the last wave.
Their fragile behavior may dance in the green bay,
Anger, anger at the disappearance of light.
Savage, catching and singing the sun in flight,
I realized that it was too late, and they were sad on the road.
Don't walk into that beautiful night gently.
The people in the grave, dying, see things in a blur.
Blind eyes can shine and be happy like meteors.
Anger, anger at the disappearance of light.
And you, my father, are on the heights of sadness,
Curse with your tears, bless me, I pray.
Don't walk into that beautiful night gently.
Anger, anger at the disappearance of light.
Don't walk meekly into that beautiful night,
The year of the dragon bell will also burn at sunset;
Roar, roar at the disappearance of light.
The wise man at the end of life understands the justice of darkness,
However, their words can no longer inspire lightning.
I will not meekly walk into that beautiful night.
Good people will roar when the last wave sweeps.
Said their fragile charity could dance in Green Bay,
Roar, roar for the disappearance of light.
Violent people will hold fast to the flying sun and sing, you know?
They have made it sad all the way, although it is too late to understand now.
But I won't walk into that beautiful night meekly.
A gloomy person near the horizon of death will be as primitive as a pair of stern eyes.
Blind eyes twinkle like meteors and ripple happily,
Roar, roar for the disappearance of light.
And you, my father, have risen to the highest level of sadness,
Curse me and bless me with tears, but please
Never walk meekly into that beautiful night,
Roar, roar at the disappearance of light.
Because I can't stop to die-
Emily Dickinson
Because I can't stop to die-
He kindly stopped for me-
We're the only people in the car-
And immortality.
We drove slowly-he knew not to rush.
I have put it away.
My work and leisure,
For his courtesy-
We passed the school and the children were fighting there.
At rest-in the ring-
We passed the fields staring at the grain-
We passed the sunset-
Or-he passed us-
Dew shivering and cold-
Just for the tulle, my robe-
My shawl tulle-
We're in a building that looks like
The uplift of the ground-
The roof is almost invisible-
He's underground-
Since then, for centuries, however,
It feels shorter than the day.
I guessed the horse's head first.
Towards eternity-
Because I can't stop to die.
Because I can't stop to die.
He kindly stopped to wait for me-
That car can only hold the two of us-
And immortality.
We drove slowly-he was in no hurry.
I also put my work and leisure.
Throw everything away,
For his courtesy-
We walked across the campus, and the children were pushing and shoving.
During recess, in the circular square—
We walked through the straw pile and stared at the fields-
We walked through the sunset—
In other words, he walked past us.
Cold dew, shivering with cold-
Because my dress is like a falling yarn—
My shawl is like a silk screen—
We stopped in front of a house,
This seems to be a raised land.
The roof is almost invisible—
The eaves are underground—
Centuries have passed since then.
Less than a day later,
I first guessed the horse's head.
Run to eternity.
Exciting:
Oh, captain! My captain!
-walt whitman
Captain! My captain! Our terrible trip is over,
The ship has weathered the wind and rain, and the spoils we are pursuing have worn away.
As the port approached, I heard the bell and people were jubilant.
As the eyes see the stable keel, the ship is cold and bold;
But ah, heart! Heart! Heart!
Ah, red blood drops!
My captain is lying on the deck,
Die cold.
Ah, captain! My captain! Get up and listen to the bell;
Get up-the flag is flying for you-the horn is ringing for you,
For you, bouquets and ribbons-for you, the coast is crowded,
They call you, swaying crowd, and their eager faces turn;
Here you are, captain! Dear father!
This arm under your head;
There are some dreams on the deck
You have died of cold.
My captain didn't answer, his lips were pale and silent,
My father can't feel my arm, he has no pulse and will;
The ship has anchored safely and the voyage is over.
From the terrible trip, the victorious ship entered the port with the goal of victory;
Rejoice, the coast! Ring, oh, the bell!
But I, with sad steps,
Walking on the deck, my captain is lying down,
Die cold.
Chinese translation:
Captain! My captain!
Walter. surname
Ah, captain! My captain! The terrible voyage has been completed;
The ship experienced all the risks and achieved the expected goal.
The harbor is in sight, the bell is ringing and people are rejoicing.
Millions of eyes are fixed on the boat-steady, brave and firm.
But it hurts! Sad! Sad!
Look at a drop of red blood!
On the deck lay my captain,
He walked down, cold and farewell.
Ah, captain! My captain! Get up and listen to the bell;
Get up, the horn rings for you, and the standard rises for you;
Greeting you, how many bouquets and wreaths are waiting for you, and thousands of people flock to the shore;
They shouted at you, gathered around and raised their eager faces;
Ah, captain! Dear father!
My arm holds your head!
Is it a dream: on the deck?
You go down, cold, goodbye.
My captain was silent, his lips were pale and motionless;
Father didn't feel my arm, no pulse, no last words;
The ship broke down and arrived safely; The voyage is over;
The goal of returning home after a hard journey and winning.
Ah, the bells on the shore are ringing, ah, people are rejoicing!
But I was on deck, next to the captain,
Heartbroken, heavy footsteps:
Because he fell down, cold, farewell.
Touching:
My heart is full of regret.
My heart is full of regret.
For my golden friend,
For many girls with red lips,
And many brisk boys.
Brooks is too wide to jump.
The light-footed boy was laid;
Rose-lipped girl is sleeping
In the field where roses have withered.
-A.E houseman
Shi Yingzhou translation:
My heart is full of sadness.
My heart is full of sadness,
For my old friend,
For many girls with rose lips,
For many fast-paced teenagers.
On the vast and dangerous river bank,
The head of a quick-footed teenager has been buried,
The girl with rosy lips slept soundly.
In the field where roses fall.
Translated by tommyleea:
Full of sadness
What is full of sadness?
All my good friends have left.
How many moths are beautiful?
How many fast-paced teenagers?
No jumping in Kuanxi.
Walking lightly in youth.
The girl with red lips fell asleep.
The wild rose withered.
"If life deceives you"
(1825) Pushkin
If life deceives you,
Don't be depressed and don't be angry!
Restrain yourself for a while when you are unhappy,
Believe it, a happy day will come.
Our hearts look forward to the future,
Today is always sad:
Everything is temporary, fleeting,
The dead will become lovely.
If life cheats you.
Don't be blue, don't be wild.
Be gentle on sad days.
Believe that happy days will come.
The heart is living in tomorrow.
The gift is sad here.
In an instant, the sadness disappeared.
What is gone will be precious.
When you are old (a classic of love poems)
Yeats
Yeats
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, take down this book,
Read slowly, imagine 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 ever-changing sadness on your 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.
Irish poet Ye Zhi: Walking down from the willow garden.
It's next to Sally Garden.
In Sally Garden, I met my lover;
Deep in Sally Garden, my lover and I once met.
She walked through Sally Garden with little snow-white feet.
She crossed Sally's garden with little snow-white feet.
She told me to love easily, just like leaves growing on trees;
She told me to love easily when new leaves sprout on the branches.
But I, being young and stupid, don't agree with her.
But I am too young and ignorant to agree easily.
My lover and I used to stand in a field by the river.
In the fields by the river, my lover and I once stopped.
She put her snow-white hand on my sloping shoulder.
She leaned on my shoulder, her white hands.
She told me to live easily, like grass growing on the bank;
She told me to live easily when the grass grows on the shore.
But I was young and ignorant then, and now I have tears in my eyes.
But I was young and ignorant, and now I have tears in my eyes.
Go straight along Kiwe Jonas salli Garden to Sally Garden.
I met my lover, I met my lover.
She passed Kiwe Jonas salli Garden. She walked through Sally Garden.
Snow white feet.
She told me to love easily. She asked me to treat this feeling gently.
When leaves grow on a tree, they are like a group of leaves snuggling up to the tree.
But I am young and stupid, but I am so young and ignorant.
She won't agree not to listen to her heart.
In the fields by the river, in the wilderness by the river.
I stand with my lover, and I stand side by side with my lover.
On my sloping shoulders, on my sloping shoulders.
She put her snow-white hand on the place where her soft white hand leaned.
She told me to live an easy life. She made me cherish my life.
When grass grows on the weir, it is just like tough grass grows on the weir.
But I am young and ignorant, but I am so young and ignorant.
Now I am full of tears, and now there are only infinite tears left.
Go straight along Kiwe Jonas salli Garden to Sally Garden.
I met my lover, I met my lover.
She passed Kiwe Jonas salli Garden. She walked through Sally Garden.
Snow-white feet stepping on snow-white feet
She told me to love easily. She asked me to treat this feeling gently.
When leaves grow on a tree, they are like a group of leaves snuggling up to the tree.
But I am young and stupid, but I am so young and ignorant.
She won't agree not to listen to her heart.
But I am young and ignorant, but I am so young and ignorant.
Now I am full of tears, and now there are only infinite tears left.
This song is based on Ye Zhi's poem of the same name "On the Edge of Sally's Garden", which was originally translated into Ye Zhi's early poem "In the Willow Garden". His early poems have beautiful rhythm, delicate feelings, gorgeous rhetoric and rich symbolic meanings, which are obviously influenced by English romanticism and French symbolism poetry.
This poem seems simple, but it reveals the philosophy of life to people: to treat love and life, people should let nature take its course, just like "green leaves grow on branches" and "grass grows on weirs". Otherwise, I will regret my "stupidity" for the rest of my life.
This poem is beautiful, giving people a very elegant feeling, and the music is great, giving people the feeling of being in the sea.
It has blue melancholy; The freshness of green; White is quiet.
1. edmund spenser
sonnet
Fourteen lines
Qingxin spring, the messenger of love, the powerful king,
During the Spring Festival, you are the pioneer of God's love.
Whose tent displays a wealth of armor?
Your coat is gorgeous and conspicuous.
All kinds of flowers, which spring has come?
There are countless flowers in the world,
Wearing gorgeous clothes.
Her elegant dress is dazzling.
Go find my love, she lies there carefree,
Go to my lover, she doesn't care,
However, in her winter, bowre:
She is still sleeping in her boudoir in winter;
Tell her that the happy time will not stop.
Tell her: Happy time won't last forever,
Unless she grabs his forehead,
Unless she can hold it firmly in her hand;
So she told herself to get ready as soon as possible,
Tell her to finish all the preparations as soon as possible,
Waiting for love among his lovely crew.
All right, go to those beautiful women and welcome the goddess of love:
Everyone who missed what she did,
If someone can't touch the soul of their lover,
He will bear the dew of repentance.
If you love God, you must give him the severe punishment he deserves.
Enjoy the sweet love while it is still young.
Seize this sweet love, while you are still young,
Because no one can call back the past time.
Youth is gone forever, like the sea flowing eastward.
2. william blake
tiger
Tiger! Tiger! Burn the tiger! Tiger! The flames are shining,
Burning in the forest at night, burning in the jungle at night
What fairy hands or fairy eyes? What fairy hands and fairy eyes?
Can shape your terrible symmetry. Because of your terrible symmetrical appearance?
What is the fire in your eyes?
Burn the flame in your eyes? How far is it from the depth or the height?
Why does he dare to yearn for it? What made him dare to fly for nine days?
What kind of hand dares to catch fire? What kind of hand dares to catch this flame?
What shoulders, what art, what arm strength, what skills.
Will distort the muscles of your heart? Screw it into the tendon of your heart?
When your heart starts to beat, what kind of hands, what kind of feet,
What hand of terror? What terrible feet? Make your heart start beating?
What hammer? What chain? What kind of hammer do you use? What kind of chain?
What furnace is your brain in? In what kind of furnace did you refine your brain?
What anvil? What kind of anvil does fear cling to? What kind of arm strength?
Dare to catch its deadly terror? Dare to catch this terrible thing that can be fatal?
When the stars put down their spears, when the stars put down their spears,
Water the sky with their tears, water the sky,
Did he read his work with a smile? Can he still laugh when he sees his work?
Did the God who made the lamb make you? Did he create you and the lamb?
Tiger! Tiger! Burn the tiger! Tiger! The flames are shining,
Burning in the forest at night, burning in the jungle at night,
What fairy hands or fairy eyes, what fairy hands and fairy eyes?
Dare to frame your terrible symmetry? Because of your terrible symmetrical appearance?
3. william wordsworth
I am as lonely as a cloud.
I am as lonely as a cloud.
Floating on high valleys and hills,
Suddenly, I saw a group of people,
A group of golden daffodils;
By the lake, under the tree,
Dancing in the breeze
Continuous as a shining star
Shining in the milky way,
They lined up in an endless line.
Along the edge of the bay:
I saw 10 thousand at a glance,
Shake their heads in a cheerful dance.
The waves beside them danced; But they
Cheerfully better than sparkling waves:
Poets can't help being happy,
In such a happy company:
I stared-stared-but seldom thought of it.
How much wealth has this program brought me:
Often, when I lie on the sofa.
In a daze or brooding mood,
They flash in the inner eyes.
This is lonely happiness;
Then my heart was filled with happiness,
Dancing with daffodils.
I wander alone, like a cloud.
I wander alone, like a cloud.
Floating on hills and valleys,
Suddenly I saw a group of people.
Golden daffodils bloom in spring,
In the shade, by the lake,
Dance in the breeze.
Continuous, like bright stars,
Shining in the milky way,
They walked along the edge of the lake bay
Extend into an endless line;
I saw 10 thousand flowers at a glance,
The ups and downs in dance.
The sparkling waves are dancing,
The joy of daffodils is better than water waves;
With such a happy partner,
How can a poet be dissatisfied with his happiness!
I stared at it for a long time, but I just couldn't imagine it.
How much wealth has this miracle given me?
Every time I lie awake in bed,
Either my mind is empty, or I meditate silently,
They often flash in my mind,
That is the happiness in loneliness;
So my heart is full of happiness,
Dancing with daffodils.