One
At night, the door of the simple thatched house was tightly closed.
In the dusk, the room was dark.
Something leaked through Emitting a faint light through the darkness,
A few fishing nets were hung on the walls of the room.
A dilapidated cupboard is placed in a corner of the room,
The coarse porcelain bowl on the partition shines brightly and dimly,
A large bed and a mattress The old sacred nature beside the bed took its turn to create again,
The high fireplace danced with sleepless firelight,
The dim A red light shone on the roof,
A pale woman knelt in front of the bed and prayed.
Mothers guard their children alone. The gloomy sea outside the door
is facing the night sky, cliffs, strong wind and mist,
is sending out a tragic howl towards the darkness and rocks.
二
The husband who went to sea has been a fisherman since childhood.
He has struggled with the sinister fate for half his life,
Indulgence There was a storm, but he had to go to sea, because his children were hungry. He set out at night, just when the torrential sea water surged onto the embankment.
He sailed his four-sail boat alone,
his wife stayed at home to mend the sails for him,
prepared the fish hooks, and carefully darned the fish nets. ,
Tending to a pot of fish soup simmering on the stove,
As soon as the child fell asleep, she prayed to God.
But he was alone withstanding the waves that kept coming.
He was walking into the night, and he was trapped in the abyss.
What a hard work! There are gusts of cold wind, it is pitch black,
In the waves crashing on the rocks, in the vast sea,
Amidst the furious waves, there is a fishing place, < /p>
This place is loved by schools of fish with glowing fins.
The black currents here are rolling and the waves are undulating.
This is a place only larger than a room. Twice the size of a small reef,
I have to walk through the severe winter rain and fog in the middle of the night,
Find this small place in the turbulent desert,
It is necessary What an accurate calculation of tides and wind directions!
How proficient it is to master the skill of punting!
The waves are like green water snakes, gliding along the side of the ship.
The abyss is rolling endlessly, and the evil waves are pushing the raging waves.
The frightened sail booms are making terrifying noises. Call sign.
On the cold sea, he missed his Jeanne,
She recalled his name with tears,
The two hearts met at night, as if The spiritual bird.
Three
She was praying, the hoarse mocking of the seagulls,
annoyed her, the waves crashed against the rubble-like rocks,
This made her even more uneasy, and all kinds of ominous premonitions,
passed through her mind: the sea, and the sailors,
They were all ruthlessly swept away by the furious waves. ,
The calm clock tinkled in the clock box,
The sound fell like the beating of the pulse,
Mysteriously sending away the sun and the moon. , bidding farewell to spring, summer, autumn and winter,
Every beat is in the vast universe,
Toward the countless souls like fierce eagles and white doves,
While placing the cradle, he opened the barren grave.
She meditated. ——How poor life is!
The children walked barefoot from the scorching heat to the cold winter.
I have never eaten wheat flour, only barley bread.
" Oh God! The wind roared like a bellows,
The coast made the sound of anvils, and I seemed to see
the stars splashing everywhere in the dark hurricane ,
Like sparks flying in the furnace
At this moment, Midnight stares with shining eyes,
Wearing a brocade black mask, he is laughing heartily.
At this moment, the mysterious robber Midnight,
cloaked in shadows and showers, flew away in the north wind,
suddenly caught a trembling man Poor sailor,
Smash him on the rocks out of the sea.
How terrifying! The bad waves drowned the sailor's shouts,
He felt that his sinking ship was sinking deeper and deeper,
Feeling that the abyss had opened to him,
Think of the iron rings that tie up the boat on the sun-drenched pier!
The miserable hallucinations made her feel dizzy and upset.
She cried so hard that her whole body trembled.
Four
What a poor fisherwoman!
It is horrifying to think of these, my relatives,
My loving father, lover, son and brother,
My heart, my flesh, my flesh, all Buried under the sea!
Oh my God! Tormented by evil waves, like the prey of wild beasts.
Please think about it, the sea takes human lives at will,
Whether it is a married boatman or a young sailor;
The violent sea wind is like a trumpet They were running around whistling,
with their long hair disheveled, committing murder wantonly in the sky above them.
At this moment, maybe they were in danger,
But no one knew Knowing that they are facing death,
In order to resist this unfathomable ocean,
To resist this dark abyss without starlight,
They only have a plank of wood. , a piece of sail!
I was so worried that I ran to the beach,
Shouting to the rising waves: "Give us your loved ones!"
Oh, the rolling sea Ruthless and terrible,
What answer can it be expected to give to this sorrow?
Let Ni be particularly worried because her husband is alone!
Walking alone into the windy, rainy and cold night, facing the vast abyss!
The child is small and has no assistant. - Mother, you fantasize:
"The children will grow up quickly so that they can help their father!"
When they can go to sea with their father,
You said to yourself with tears again: "I hope they don't grow up!"
五
She picked up the lamp, put on the cloak, - at this time,
< p>You should check to see if he is returning, whether the sea is stable,whether the sky is white, and whether there is a signal flag on the masthead.
Go! ——She walked out. The morning wind has not yet blown up,
I am still in my dream, and the vastness is invisible.
On the sky where the black waves are rolling, there is a wisp of white.
It is raining. There is nothing more desolate than morning rain,
It seems that the day is trembling, hesitating, and wandering,
The dawn is like a baby, crying and coming into the world.
As she walked forward, there was no light in every window.
She was exploring and walking, and suddenly, in front of her,
appeared a dark and decaying dilapidated house,
looking indescribable. With a pitiful and sad face,
No lamp was lit, no fire was lit, and the door shook in the wind.
The roof was swaying on the moth-eaten walls.
The north wind swept away the withered and messy thatch on the roof.
The unbearable The thatch that comes into view is like a turbid stream undulating.
"Oh! I didn't expect this poor widow,"
She thought, "That day, my husband saw her lying in bed,
alone Being helpless, I should go and visit."
She knocked on the door and listened carefully, but no one answered.
The sea breeze came in waves, making Annie shiver.
"Sick! Her two children are starving and heartbroken!
She only has one pair of children, and her husband died again.
She knocked on the door again and shouted: "Hey, aunt!" "
There was still no movement in the room, "Oh my God! " She thought to herself,
"She slept so deeply that she didn't wake up after so long! ”
As if receiving God’s mercy and care,
This time, the door of sorrow turned around,
Finally, in the dark shadow
Sixth
She walked in, her lantern brought light,
By the roaring sea, this dark room was silent,
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Rainwater dripped down the sieve-like ceiling
In the room, a terrifying figure lay,
A woman lay motionless on the bed, < /p>
Bare feet, pale face, dull eyes,
This corpse, once a strong and happy mother,
died in poverty, is now reduced to The ghost with disheveled hair,
This is the reward for the poor man's life of struggle
Her blue hands and cold and gray arms,
From that broken. The straw mat of the bed was hanging down.
The way she opened her mouth was terrifying and sad.
It was from this mouth that the soul passed away.
< p>Make a sound of tragic death that God can hear!Next to the broken bed where the mother sleeps,
Two babies, one girl and one boy,
Smiling and sleeping in the same cradle
Before she died, the mother covered the children's bodies with her coat,
and cloak.
In order to let the children not feel the coldness of the rainy night at night when death comes to attack,
When she is cold, the children will still be warm.
Seven
How soundly the children sleep in their trembling cradle!
Their breathing is gentle, their faces are peaceful.
As if nothing can happen. Wake up the children,
Even the trumpet of the final judgment will be of no use,
For they are innocent and have no fear of the judge.
The rain outside the door was loud and urgent, like a flood.
The roof was riddled with holes, the wind was howling,
Raindrops dripped on the face of the deceased from time to time,
rolled down from the cheeks, Turn into a teardrop.
Haitao sounded like an alarm bell, sending out bursts of exclamations.
The dead listened in amazement to the roar of darkness.
For when the glorious spirit leaves the body,
The body seeks the soul again, calling the angel,
Between the pale mouth and the sad eyes ,
People seemed to hear this strange conversation:
" Why is your breath missing? " " What did your eyes become
? "
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Ah! Let’s fall in love! Pick primroses, cherish life,
Dance, laugh, toast, and ignite your soul.
Just like all the rivers will eventually return to the gloomy sea,
No matter the early feast, the cradle, or the pure love,
It is the mother who loves the flower-like children. ,
It is still an enchanting kiss,
There are also soft songs and smiles, fate arranges all things in sad and miserable graves
!
Eight
What did Jeanne do in the house of the deceased?
What is she wrapping under her long cloak?
What did Jeanne take with her when she left?
Why is her heart beating? Why is she so anxious?
Why is she running and swaying on the path?
Why didn’t she dare to turn around and look around?
What is she hiding in the dark
on her bed in a panic? What did she steal?
Nine
When she returned home, the cliff by the sea
gradually turned white, and she sat down on the chair next to the bed,
Her face was pale, and she seemed to feel a little guilty.
As if she had done something wrong, she threw her face towards the bedside,
When the roaring lamentation came from the furious sea in the distance ,
But she said to herself intermittently:
"Oh God, what does my poor husband think?
He already has so many worries, What do I mean?
He already has five children!
It’s too hard for him, and I’m making him even more burdened.”
"He's coming?" "No, no one's coming back."
"I was wrong." "He wanted to hit me, so I said, yes."
"Is he here?" "No." "That's fine." "The door has been opened.
It seems like someone has come in." "Ah, no." "He didn't come back."
"Now I am afraid that my poor husband will come home!"
Jeannie was still thinking for a long time, trembling constantly,
deep in her heart she gradually fell into depression and worry,
She fell into worry, as if falling into an abyss,
She could not even hear any movement outside the house,
No matter it was the miserable cry of the cormorant And wailing,
Or the howling wind, the roaring sea.
There was a loud crash, and the door suddenly opened.
A beam of white light shot out from the hut.
A fisherman dragging a water-soaked fishing net appeared in front of the door. < /p>
As if hugging her lover, holding him tightly in her arms,
She kissed his shirt with great excitement.
The fisherman said: "I'm back, motherfucker!"
At this time, his face was illuminated by the roaring fire,
His heart Being warmed by Jeanne made her feel joyful and approachable.
“I’ve been robbed,” he said. “The sea is like a forest.”
“How is the weather?” “Bad.
"Are there many fish?" " "Didn't catch it. "
" Look, I hug you, that's good.
Not a single fish was caught, but a hole was made in the fishing net.
There must be a devil hiding in that howling storm.
What a terrible dark night! Sometimes, I heard a roar and the cable was broken. I thought the fishing boat was going to capsize.
What did you do? When the weather is so bad? "
Jeannie was panicked and couldn't help but tremble secretly.
" Me? "She said, "Oh my god, it's nothing, just like usual.
Doing some needlework and listening to the thunderous sound of the sea water,
I am afraid. It's bitterly cold in winter, but that's okay.
She was trembling all over like a person who has done bad things.
She added: "By the way, the aunt next door is dead."
I can’t tell clearly. She probably died yesterday.
Anyway, it was at night, right after you left.
She left her two children behind. , are still young.
The boy's name is Guillaume, and the girl's name is Madeleine.
One can't walk yet, and the other has just started to learn to speak.
This poor honest person Women have always had a hard time. "
The fisherman showed a serious expression and threw it towards a corner
His prisoner-like cap that had been soaked by the heavy rain,
" Damn it! Damn it! " He scratched his scalp and shouted loudly.
" We already have five children, so we make seven.
In the bad weather season, we will starve.
If you can’t even eat dinner, how will you live in the future?
Ah, forget it! This is not my fault!
This is God's business, this is an unexpected misfortune.
Why should the mother of these two children be taken away?
They are only as big as a fist, and this principle is really difficult to understand.
If you don’t read her book, you won’t be able to figure it out.
The child is so young that he is not old enough to work.
Child, mother, hold them, and as soon as the child wakes up, they will be afraid that there is a dead person in the house.
Listen, this is their mother knocking on our door.
Bring the two children, seven children together,
Let them all climb on our knees at night,
Let them live , even if they add another pair of brothers and sisters.
The kind God sees that in addition to our own baby,
but also to feed this little girl and little boy,
He will definitely give us more fish. Delivered.
I don’t want to drink, but I will shoulder the double burden,
That’s it. Hug them. how ? You don't want to?
Normally, you are in a hurry and can't wait, and you have already moved as fast as flying.
She opened the curtain: "Look, they have fallen asleep!" ”
Jersey, February 3, 1854.