Byron's classic poem: I would like to be a carefree child.
I wish I were a careless child,
I want to be a carefree child,
Still living in my highland cave,
Still living in caves on the plateau,
Or walking in the dark wild,
Or wandering in the desert,
Or skip the dark blue waves;
Or prance on the dark blue waves;
The tedious ostentation and extravagance of Saxon pride
Saxon glitz and red tape
Not in line with the soul of freedom,
Against my natural free will,
It likes the rugged side of the mountain,
I miss the rugged hillside,
Looking for rocks with rolling waves.
I yearn for the boulder that the wild waves beat.
Wealth! Recover these cultivated land,
Fate! Please take back the rich land,
Take back the name of this wonderful voice!
Take back this resounding honorary title
I hate the touch of enslaved hands,
I hate being greeted humbly,
I hate those slaves who cringe.
I hate being surrounded by slaves.
Put me in the rock I love,
Put me back in my favorite mountain,
Sounds like the wildest roar of the ocean;
Listen to rocks and roaring seas;
Is that what I'm asking? Roaming again
I just want me to relive it.
Through scenes I was familiar with when I was young.
I have been familiar with the scenery of my old country since I was a child.
I am very young, but I think
Although I am young, I can feel it.
The world has never designed for me:
This world is by no means mine;
Ah! Why is the dark shadow hidden?
Why did the shadow of the underworld regain its power?
The moment when man must cease to exist?
The moment when the world bid farewell to the world?
Once I see a brilliant dream,
I have glimpsed brilliant dreams, too?
Happy fantasy scene:
The magical illusion of Elysium;
The truth! ? Why do you hate the beam?
The truth! Why is your damn light
Wake me up to such a world?
Wake me up to face this world?
I loved? But the person I love is gone;
I loved? The person you love has left;
Do you have friends? My early friends all ran away;
Do you have friends? The early friendship has ended;
How unhappy the lonely heart is.
How can a lonely heart not be depressed,
When all previous hopes are dashed!
When all the initial hopes are dim!
Although the happy companion is on the bowl
Even naughty companions at the party
Dispel the feeling of illness for a while;
Dispel bad emotions in an instant;
Although happiness can arouse crazy souls,
Excitement can lift the crazy soul,
Heart? Heart? Still lonely.
My heart is always lonely.
How boring! Hearing those people's voices
How boring! Listen to those people gossiping:
Whose position or opportunity, whose wealth or power,
Those people and I are neither enemies nor friends,
Although neither friends nor enemies,
Is it family, power, wealth or opportunity?
A holiday companion.
Let them gather with me before the party.
Give me some more loyal,
Give me some loyal friends,
As time goes by, feelings remain the same,
Still the original age and mood;
I can fly the midnight crew,
Avoid noisy gangs in the middle of the night,
Where's Beust? Happiness is just a name.
Their happiness is just a hollow reputation.
Woman, lovely woman! You,
Beauty, lovely beauty! you are
My hope, my comfort, my everything?
My hope, comfort, and everything?
How cold my heart is now,
Even the charm of your smile has disappeared,
When your smile begins to fade!
How can you not feel chilly in your heart!
Will I resign without a sigh?
A rich and miserable world,
This prosperous and brilliant scene,
I have no regrets and am willing to leave from now on;
In order to make me calm and satisfied,
I just want peace and contentment?
Which virtue knows, or seems to know.
? Virtue? Familiar, or familiar.
I'd like to fly in places where people haunt me?
Say goodbye to this bustling place?
I seek to avoid, not hate human beings;
I don't hate humans, I just want to avoid them;
My heart needs a melancholy valley,
I am keen to find dark cliffs and valleys,
His melancholy may suit a dark heart.
That color goes well with this dark thought.
Oh! Gave me wings.
I wish I had a pair of wings:
Which bear brought the tortoise to her nest!
Like a turtledove flying back to its nest,
Then I'll split the sky,
I will spread my wings and fly across the sky.
Escape and rest in peace.
Floating away, you can rest in peace.
Byron's classic poem: Qin Le Gai Yi
Go, rich scenery, rose garden!
Go away, your happy scenery, your rose garden!
Let the rich darling roam in your place;
Now you let luxury minions roam;
Give me back the Rockies? Snow white's residence,
Give me back the rock where the snowflake lives,
Although they promised love and freedom;
Although their freedom and love are still sacred:
Caledonians! I worship your mountain,
However, Caledonian, love is your mountain,
Despite the stormy peak,
Around their white summit, despite the elemental war;
No spring water flows, but waterfalls fly,
Although cataract foam replaces the smooth flowing fountain,
I still miss that gloomy Lochner!
I sigh for the dark valley.
Ah! I used to go there to play when I was young.
Ah! There, my young footsteps wander;
Wearing a hat and a plaid coat;
My hat is a bonnet, and my cloak is plaid;
Thinking of the chiefs who have been dead for many years,
My memory of the chief is long gone,
I walk through the woodlands under the shade of Song Ke every day.
I strode through the clearing covered with pine trees every day.
Until the day runs out of dim light,
I didn't look for my home until the dying glory of the day.
I didn't go home until the North Star shone in the sky.
Give way to the bright light of Polaris;
The stories circulated aroused people's charming reverie.
Because fantasy is inspired by traditional stories,
Did the mountain people say that? In the darkness of Lochner.
According to the locals in nagar, the Lake of Darkness.
? The soul of the dead! Didn't I hear that?
Shadow of death! Didn't I hear your voice?
Are you shouting in the angry wind sweeping through the night?
Rise in the night wind?
The hero's soul will smile,
Of course, the hero's soul is happy,
Riding the wind in the valley of my hometown.
Riding the wind, flying over his own highland valley.
When snowstorm fans gathered in Lochner,
When the mist of the storm gathers,
The winter god came to this world in an ice car,
Winter arrival in his cold car:
Clouds surround the image of our ancestors,
The clouds there surround my father's figure;
In that storm? In the darkness of Lochner.
They lived in a dark storm.
? Unlucky soldier! Without foresight.
Sick Starr? D was brave, but he didn't anticipate anything.
Fate abandoned your career? "
Tell you that fate has abandoned your career?
You were destined to die in Carloden,
Ah! Are you destined to die in Carloden,
There will be no cheers of victory to reward you!
Victory will not crown your failure with applause;
Fortunately, in your tribe,
You are still happy in the deep sleep of death,
In brema cave, you sleep underground;
You and your people rest in caves in Bremar;
The loud bagpipes spread your story,
Pibrok echoed with the loud voice of the piper,
Is there a response from the mountains? In the darkness of Lochner.
Your deeds echoed in the dark Lake nagar.
Locknell, how much time has passed since I left!
Since I left you, the years have passed,
It will take too many teenagers to see you again!
Before I set foot on you again, it must be several years:
Although nature didn't give you flowers and shade,
The lush greenery and flowers of nature have gone away from you.
You are kinder than Albin vilen.
However, you are still lovelier in Biar than in the plains of Bonn.
In the eyes of wanderers returning from distant mountains,
England! Your beauty is tame and domestic.
England! Your beauty is too tame Wen Ya;
To a man roaming in a distant mountain:
How I miss the rugged and majestic stone peaks!
Oh, for that wild and majestic cliff!
That angry miracle, that gloomy Lochner!
The dark nagar Lake's steep and magnificent scenery!