The rolling flow of the Seine under the Mirabeau Bridge
Our love will never look back
How can we look back again
For joy We always endure hardships
The bells ring slowly as night falls
Time has passed and I am left alone
We face each other and hold hands
That eternal gaze
Under the bridge of our arms
Disappearing at the end with ripples of exhaustion
The bells ring long after nightfall
p>Time has passed but I am left alone
Love rolls away like a surging river
Never look back
Time is so slow< /p>
Hope is so strong that it’s hard to hold on to it
As night falls, the bells ring slowly
Time has passed and I am left alone
Day after day, week after week
Years roll by
Love is over
Just like the water of the Seine never looks back
The bells sound long at night
Time has passed but I am left alone
? ——(France) Apollinaire
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This poem is well-known in France poetry.
? In France, there seems to be a romantic atmosphere flowing all the time. In Paris, under the Mirabeau Bridge, in the Seine River, under the poet's pen. The poet Ai Qing once said that everything in this world is old, only love is forever young. Yes, as long as there is the breath of love blowing against our faces, our hearts will be filled with vitality regardless of our age.
? The first time I saw this poem was in a dictionary of world poetry appreciation. Maybe it really is fate. Such a thick book, I flipped through it casually, and when I saw this poem, I couldn't move my glasses. I was deeply impressed by the confession of my heart with sobs and complaints.
? As this rolling time passes, our short-term love will be nowhere to be found, but I will be left alone to sigh. Just like Confucius more than two thousand years ago, he stood on the river and sighed: The dead are like this, and they don't give up day and night. Human beings have never stopped questioning this eternal time. However, the more I inquire, the more I realize that life is insignificant and joy is short-lived.
Not all dreams have time to come true
Not all words have time to tell you
Guilt and regret
Always feel deeply Planted in the heart after parting
Although they say everything in the world
will eventually come to nothing
I did not intend to miss it
But I have always been doing this
Missing the flower-filled yesterday
Missing the present again
Today I still have to repeat the same parting
We will be strangers for the rest of our lives
A thousand miles away
In the dusk
I bow my head deeply to you
Please do it for me I cherish
Even though they say that everything in the world
will eventually
be in vain
? ——Xi Murong
? The same regret and inability to save remain in Chinese poetry. I don't want to miss it, but I still hope that you and I will cherish it, even though everything after this will eventually come to nothing.
? My dears, are you ready to raise your eternal sails? Although the waves in the future will wipe out thousands of sails.
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