To Pushkin

For Pushkin (1), the past sentimental years were idle chats. Ecstasy lovers have betrayed themselves and can't test the authenticity of the mask at ordinary times. Seeds were sown in the wilderness, poems poured down, and just after prayer, they were guessed by jealousy. Excerpt for a period of time, stay at home with yourself, and all the places you have seen are ominous. The darling of poetry hides in the coffin with a sword. Life has no laurel, and it's all short satirical poems. Pushkin (2) when he raised his pen, it was a flying cloud. The beauty in front of me doesn't cherish my gentleness. Poetry is a style of experience, which opens the mind on land and closes the horizon on the ocean. The soul found in sorrow is as noble as a code. At the age of 38, I escaped. No longer tempt love and hope, nor be tempted by love and hope. I am a slave of life, holding the harp tightly and living in seclusion at the other end. When I am quiet, I am still the king of poetry in the upper class, and my glory does not need to be crowned. To Pushkin/Jueqing

-Written at the age of 206 (1)

When you were 206 years old,

Can't offer a bunch of flowers to your grave,

But I am destined to read your poems quietly all my life.

On such a day, I feel very strong,

I have a historical picture in my mind,

That was1March 837 18,

Events that shocked Russia and the world,

A great people's poet disappeared.

You collapsed in front of George Dundees,

But you used your young life to build one for yourself:

A monument not made by hand.

Russia spread your name,

The world heard your rumor,

You are revered and respected by people all over the world.

Your harp has awakened people's beautiful feelings and the true meaning in their hearts.

You praise freedom, and then the cruel times.

(2)

Today, the people of the world mourn a genius,

He fought for freedom and promoted the awakening of a nation.

His poems are full of vigor and vitality,

He is the greatest poet and a great thinker.

He doesn't exchange the voice of gold, which is the time for Russia.

The echo of people struggling in suffering,

He proudly fulfilled his sacred mission as a poet:

Light people's hearts with words.

Even if he dies, it is his wish to die in love.

He once indulged in passionate love,

It is said that nothing in the world is happier than love.

He grew up in sorrow and stormy waves,

I once looked at the flames of greed and swallowed love letters page by page.

Rough and opportunity, tribulation and pain, * * * together bear rich fruits.

He naturally became the sun of Russian poetry,

It is recognized as the founder of modern Russian literature.

He praised the poems of equality and freedom,

Pointing at the tsar and evil officials,

He fell into the abyss, and pain and helplessness became his companions.

Only when the people are free and peaceful can there be permanent guards on the throne,

Those who have reached the top have fallen,

Great changes have taken place in this country.

People still read on their foreheads, curse marks when people fall from heights,

Equality, freedom, peace and harmony have already risen, and he has been buried in the soil.