1, winter night
The storm raged and the snow rolled up.
Vast mystery covers the horizon;
Sometimes it howls like a wild animal,
Sometimes like a baby.
Sometimes it gets into a broken roof,
Make hay rustle,
Sometimes, like a late traveler,
Come to our window and tap a few times.
Our shabby little house,
Sadness and pain, without light and light,
What's the matter with you, my old wet nurse,
Why are you quietly leaning against the window?
Maybe it's my old friend.
Are you tired of the roar of the storm?
Or the spindle in your hand
Always urging you to sleep?
Drink, my good friend,
My poor childhood friend,
Bitter drink Where is the glass?
Drink it and your heart will feel sweet.
Please sing me a song:
Singing about the life of tits overseas,
Or sing a girl's song,
Tell her how to lead the water to North Korea.
The storm raged and the snow rolled up.
Vast mystery covers the horizon;
Sometimes it howls like a wild animal,
Sometimes like a baby.
Drink, my good friend,
My poor childhood friend,
Bitter drink Where is the glass?
Drink it and your heart will feel sweet.
Translation: Ulan Khan
2. Winter road
Through the fog of thick smoke,
The moon shows its face,
It gloomily puts its brilliance,
Shining on the melancholy glade.
A light three-set carriage.
Running on the lonely winter road,
It sounds really boring,
A monotonous bell.
Long song from the driver.
You can hear an emotion:
For a moment, it seemed to be unfettered happiness.
For a while, this seemed to be a worrying concern. ...
Without lights and dark huts,
Only wilderness and ice and snow. ...
Only one with a pattern.
Milestone, meet me in front ...
Lonely, melancholy ... Nina, tomorrow,
I will go back to the person I love,
Sitting in front of the fireplace, I will forget everything,
I will never get tired of looking at you.
The clock ticked away.
A circle with even rhythm,
Send those pesky people away at midnight,
But it won't separate us.
Sad person, Nina; My journey is so lonely,
My coachman was sleepy and didn't make any noise.
Only the bell rang monotonously,
The moon's face is covered.
Translated by Wei Huang crossbow
-The above two songs are selected from Selected Poems of Pushkin.
3. Winter morning
Cold and sunshine, what a beautiful day!
Are you still taking a nap, my beautiful friend-
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your closed eyes and have a sweet dream.
Welcome Leona to the north,
Let you become a star in the north!
Last night, do you remember, it was snowing heavily,
Smoke swept through the chaotic sky;
The moon is like a pale spot,
Glowing hazy yellow through the dark clouds,
You sit there sadly—
Now ... look out the window:
Under the blue sky,
Snow is covered, like a carpet in Zhang Huali.
Shine in the sun;
The sparkling forest is black and shiny,
The fir trees turn green through the frost,
The river sparkles under the water.
Amber lit up the whole room.
A fireplace with fire
Have a good joke.
Lying on the warm kang, thinking about how happy I should be.
But go ahead: do you want to order?
Put that chestnut mare on the sleigh?
Skiing through the snow in the early morning,
Dear friend,
We let the agile trotters run,
To visit the open fields,
Not long ago, it was a lush forest.
That's my closest riverside.
Translation: Ge Baoquan
-selected from Baidu
About the author:
Pushkin (1June 6, 799-/kloc-0, February 083710,0837) is a Russian poet and writer. He won the leading position of realism in Russian literature. His works are a mirror reflecting Russian society at that time, which set off the "golden age" of Russian literature and provided excellent examples for various literary genres (lyric poems, narrative poems, poetic dramas, novels, fairy tales, etc.) in later generations. He is known as "the father of Russian literature" and "the sun of Russian poetry".