The length and significance of school activities are appropriate, and other English poems that can be divided into male and female roles are all about love, but school activities are inappropriate. The original text and explanation are as follows.
Oh, captain! My captain!
-walt whitman
Captain! My captain! Our terrible trip is over,
The ship has weathered the wind and rain, and the trophy we are looking for has 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.
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