Pushkin
Go ahead, get out of my sight,
Queen of the weak island of Sisala!
Where are you? Salute the emperor,
Ah, your proud freelance singer?
Come on, take off my crown,
Break the delicate harp ......
I want to give the world the freedom to sing,
I want to fight the evil of the throne.
Please point out that wonderful one for me.
Gaul's noble footprint (2),
You made him sing a brave hymn,
Face the glorious suffering fearlessly.
Tremble! The tyrant of the world,
Impermanent fate is a temporary favor!
And you, prostrate slaves,
Listen, cheer up and wake up!
Well, wherever I look-
Whips everywhere, iron palms everywhere,
A fatal insult to law,
Tears of slave weakness Wang Yang;
Unfair power is everywhere.
In the darkness of prejudice
Ascended to the throne-through the slavery of genius,
And passion that is harmful to honor.
To see the emperor's head.
Without the suffering of the people,
Only when sacred freedom
Combine strong jurisprudence;
Only when the legal principle has a powerful shield.
Protect everyone, its sword
Through the hands of loyal citizens,
Swing over the head of equality without mercy.
Only when the right hand is evil.
Swing downward from its highest position,
This hand, it won't do this because of greed.
Or fear, and a little tolerance.
People in power! It's jurisprudence, not justice.
Give you a crown and a throne,
Although you are above the people,
But it should be governed by eternal jurisprudence.
Ah, unfortunately, this is a national misfortune.
If the jurisprudence is not sleepy;
If the people and the emperor
You can play with jurisprudence in your palm!
I want you to testify about this,
Oh, a martyr who was obviously wrong,
In the recent storm,
Your emperor lost his head for his ancestors.
Under the witness of silent descendants,
Louis rose high to death,
He broke away from the crown.
Hanging on the bloody scaffold of treachery;
Law is silent-people are silent,
The axe of evil has landed. ......
So, under the yoke of Gaul,
Wearing a villain's purple robe.
I hate you and your throne,
Tyrants and demons!
I watched with cruel happiness.
Your downfall, your child's death.
Everyone will be on your forehead.
Read the imprint of the people's curse,
You are the condemnation of God in the world,
The shame of nature, the plague of the world.
When the stars in the sky at midnight
Shining on the dark Neva River,
A carefree head is a dream of peace.
Heavy pressure, sleeping quietly,
The pensive singer stared.
The barren remains of a tyrant,
An abandoned palace for a long time.
Rest in the fog.
He also heard that behind the terrible palace wall,
Cleo's terrible sentence,
Regula's last moments.
Clearly presented in front of his eyes.
He also saw: wearing shoulder straps and medals,
A group of mysterious planes passed by,
Drunk and malicious,
Proud face, afraid heart.
The disloyal guard was silent,
The high suspension bridge fell quietly,
In the dark, two palace doors
The paid mole quietly opened it. ......
Oh, shame on you! The atrocities of our time!
Like wild animals, exult with Turkish soldiers! ......
A shameful blow came. ......
The wicked man with the crown died suddenly.
Accept this lesson, emperors:
Today, whether it is punishment or praise,
Is it a bloody prison or an altar,
Can't be your real barrier;
In the shadow of legal reliability, please
First of all, keep a low profile,
If so, people's freedom and peace.
Is the eternal guardian of the throne.
(1) This poem was widely circulated as a manuscript in The Poet's Life (both published in 1905). After the czar government got the manuscript, it exiled the poet to the south on the main charge. This poem was written in the bedroom of the Turgenev brothers. From this room, you can see the palace of Heyrovsk, Jaroslav, where the tyrant Barville I was killed in March 180 1. →
(2) a refers to the French revolutionary poet Raymond (1729- 1807), a refers to the poet Andre Che Nier who died in the French Revolution (1762- 1794). →
(3) refers to the French king Louis XVI. Pushkin believes that his punishment is the result of the mistakes made by his ancestors. →
(4) The following six lines refer to: The revolutionaries illegally killed a deposed king. The silence of jurisprudence led to Napoleon's rule →
The poet claimed to refer to Napoleon's royal robe. →
6. Refers to Heyrovsk, Jaroslav Palace, where the tyrant Barville I was killed. →
⑦ Creole, the god of history and epic in ancient Greek mythology. →
Today, Regula is the Roman emperor in the first century after the era. He was famous for his cruelty and was killed by his latest minister. →
Pet-name ruby Eastern monarchs often use Turkish infantry as their guards, which often plays an important role in court rebellion. →
Attending refers to the murder of Barville I →
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Facing the Sea With Spring Blossoms
-Haizi
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you be happy on earth.
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
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Petofi, Hungary
Life is precious,
Love is more expensive,
If it's for freedom,
You can throw them both.
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I praise the peony of the flesh.
I praise the body because it is a rock.
An island determined in our uncertainty.
I sing praises to the oppressed and the oppressed,
Some people's meanness and some people's waste:
That body is as high as a god and as low as a maggot.
We never touched it,
We are afraid of it and close it with laws.
But it is free, as rich as flowers in distant mountains.
Like coal, the common outline is exposed,
That's the seed, not our cover.
Gender is a rigid spell we give it,
We summon its substance and then hurt it,
We feel an unknown connection with the outside world and the mainland,
But isolate it.
What suppresses it is its enemy: thought,
Descartes said: I want to, so I exist. )
But it just fades when you wear old clothes and pass the weak.
The less it can protect what it wants to protect,
Free and rich is the body.
I praise the body: because it is the root of the tree,
Shake it, colorful leaves, here is your solid foundation;
Everything bothers me,
We will get whatever we believe and what we can't believe.
But I can't get it, and I start to dislike it, but I can't dislike it.
But the body makes what we have, here.
This is the rest of darkness.
It is on this stone that the distance between us and the world is established.
On this stone, there are some things naturally stored.
Wind and rain and the sun, time and space, are all due to its boldness.
Trapped in our arms.
But we fear it, twist it, imprison it,
Because we haven't regarded its life as our life yet,
Its development is not included in our history because it is secret.
Far beyond all our languages.
I sing praises to the body, because light will come out of the darkness:
Your silent and rich moments, the truth of beauty, my body.
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Song of light
I saw the light.
Free will in the material world
Like a grain of gravel wet by rain.
Give off a full luster of silver gray.
Send information from one village to another.
Streams flow through our bodies.
Be scooped up by the hand of matter
How bright the sky is, and there are poems
Also singing loudly in this material world.
I am humming a cheerful song.
People who praise the sky and enjoy life.
Several white locust trees stretch out in the shade.
Hidden paddy field
When I walked past them,
You can clearly hear their heart-to-heart conversation.
A happy face is covered with sweat.
I saw their faces.
Because the surface is white and beautiful.
And become a bright place where the sun lives in seclusion.
Life is precious,
Love is more expensive.
If it's for freedom,
You can throw them both.
Respondent: mxhq- juren level 4 6-8 10:56.
freedom
Tears rolled down my cheeks and fell into my heart.
Turn it into an ice pick, carve my inner totem,
The depiction of filar silk is full of pain,
Blood dripped in the dark swamp and attacked me.
I won't beg. I looked into God's face,
Turn your back on the world and bury an interest-free oath.
The wind whipped up the waves and came at me mercilessly.
My position is considered humble and insignificant,
God angered me against my will,
Trying to turn me into a puppet with his violence,
The fierce horn shook every mountain,
His sword is always ready to stab me in the chest.
The world is hiding in the corner and watching my persistence.
They silently handed over my fate,
At the moment, I feel a subtle surge.
Laughing at the roar of the earth,
I saw the vastness of the universe and waved to me.
He told me that he was waiting for my choice,
Destiny is desperately binding me.
Looking at all this, I am moving towards my freedom.
No power can stop me,
Although there is biting blood in my chest,
Every drop turns into boiling ridicule,
Laughing at the ancient and rigid worship of ignorance,
How ridiculous people's surprised expressions are,
They raised their hands and prayed for forgiveness from the gods.
Allow them to gain eternal "freedom".
I'm laughing, the world can't be seen anymore,
Their souls and eyes are numb,
Fly away from the body, fly in the universe,
The false gods have fallen at my feet,
They told people about his greatness,
Tell the betrayer that I'm buried in the ground,
At this moment, tears once again crossed my face.
The deceived person in the field of vision is dancing. Luhuitou
What can I ask of Wang Yang alone?
The sky is long,
This land is very long,
The mighty force is full of Kyushu.
How much do you know?
Romantic generation,
Eternal romance,
Fight for freedom for heaven.