I've seen you cry
Glittering tears
Slip through blue eyes
Like a violet in a dream
Drop clear dew
I've seen you laugh.
Even the light of sapphire
You put me in the shade.
How can it compare with your eyes?
The flexible light flashed by.
Just like the sunset is a distant cloud
Be dyed in brilliant colors.
Neither can the slow twilight.
Drive away the light in the sky
Your smile makes the dull heart
Share pure happiness
The sunshine leaves a ray of light.
Light up the sky above your heart.
Ode to Keats on an ancient Greek urn
You entrust yourself to a "silent" perfect virgin,
Influenced by "silence" and "long history",
Oh, pastoral historian, you can tell this story.
A flower-like story is more magnificent than a poem;
In your body, isn't it lingering?
Ancient legend, with green leaves as the edge;
Talking about people, or gods, Dempi or Akadi?
Oh, what kind of person, or God! Before the dance music
What a passionate pursuit! How can girls run!
What bagpipes and drums! How fascinating!
The music you hear is good, but if you can't hear it,
But more beautiful; So, blow, gentle bagpipes;
Not for the ears, but sweeter,
It plays silent music for the soul;
The beautiful boy under the tree can't stop.
Your song, trees can't shed leaves;
Reckless lover, you will never, never kiss,
Although close enough-but don't be sad;
She won't be old, although you can't get what you want,
You will always love, and she will always be beautiful!
Oh, happy tree! Your branches and leaves
Will not peel off, and will never leave spring;
Happy pipers never stop,
His songs are always so fresh;
Oh, happier, happier love!
Always warm, waiting for the lover's feast,
Heartbeat is always warm and always young;
Happiness is all these extraordinary forms:
It won't make the mind feel satisfied and sad,
No fiery mind, thirsty lips.
who the hell are all these people？ Do they all have to make sacrifices?
This sacrificial calf, singing to the sky,
Where are you taking it, mysterious priest?
The wreath filled its smooth waist.
From a small town near the river and the sea,
Or some quiet village in Baozhai,
These people came, on this week morning?
Oh, town, your streets are always quiet;
There will never be a soul back.
Tell people why you are so lonely.
Oh, Greek shape! Aesthetic observation!
Men and women with stone carvings on them,
There are trees and trampled grass;
Silent body, you are like "eternity"
Let people surpass their thoughts: oh, the cold countryside!
When the old generation withered,
Only you are as old as ever; In other places.
In grief, you will comfort future generations and say:
"Beauty is truth and truth is beauty", including
Everything you know and need to know.
Go to the seaside
-Pushkin
Goodbye, free and unrestrained sea!
This is the last time you roll up blue waves in front of my eyes.
Shining with beautiful light.
Like a friend's melancholy complaint,
As if this were his farewell call,
I'm listening for the last time.
Your sad voice, your calling voice.
You are the desire in my heart!
I often walk along your coast,
A person wandering quietly and blankly,
And because of that secret wish!
How much I like your reply,
Love your melancholy voice, your deep voice,
The silence at dusk,
And that capricious passion!
The docile sails of fishermen,
Under your intentional protection,
Flying bravely between the waves;
But when you lose control,
A large group of ships will be destroyed.
I want to leave forever.
Your lonely and still coast,
Congratulations with a feeling of revelry,
Let my poems follow your waves, towards the distant,
But I didn't get what I wanted!
You wait, you call … and I am bound;
My inner struggle is completely futile;
I was fascinated by a strong passion,
Let me be on your shore ...
What's so pathetic? Where is it now?
Is it the carefree path I want to run to?
In your desert, there is something.
It once shook my heart.
This is a steep rock, a glorious tomb. ...
There, immersed in a cold sleep,
Are some magnificent memories;
Napoleon died there.
There, he was sleeping in pain? Small? nbsp
After him, like the sound of a storm,
Another genius flew away from us,
He is another monarch in our mind.
The singer who cried for the god of freedom disappeared,
He left his laurel in the world.
Let's have a chaotic weather, let's stir it up;
Oh, the sea, is he once in song for you.
Your image is reflected in him,
He used your spirit to shape growth:
Just like you, he is dignified, deep and deep.
Like you, nothing can make him give in.
The world is empty, the sea,
Where are you taking me now?
People's fate is the same everywhere:
Where there is happiness, there are people who protect it;
Maybe an enlightened saint, maybe a tyrannical king.
Oh, goodbye, sea!
I'll never forget your serious face,
I will be for a long time.
Listen to your rumbling at dusk.
My heart is full of you,
I'm going to take your cliff, your bay,
Your flash, your shadow, and the whispering waves,
Into the forest, into the silent desert.
Ode to freedom Pushkin
Go ahead, get out of my sight,
Queen of the weak island of Sisala!
Where are you? Salute the emperor,
Ah, your proud freelance singer?
Come on, take off my crown,
Break the delicate harp ......
I want to give the world the freedom to sing,
I want to fight the evil of the throne.
Please point out the best one for me.
The noble footprints of Gauls,
You made him sing a brave hymn,
Face the glorious suffering fearlessly.
Tremble! The tyrant of the world,
Impermanent fate is a temporary favor!
And you, prostrate slaves,
Listen, cheer up and wake up!
Well, wherever I look-
Whips everywhere, iron palms everywhere,
A fatal insult to law,
Tears of slave weakness Wang Yang;
Unfair power is everywhere.
In the darkness of prejudice
Ascended to the throne-through the slavery of genius,
And passion that is harmful to honor.
To see the emperor's head.
Without the suffering of the people,
Only when sacred freedom
Combine strong jurisprudence;
Only when the legal principle has a powerful shield.
Protect everyone, its sword
Through the hands of loyal citizens,
Swing over the head of equality without mercy.
Only when the right hand is evil.
Swing downward from its highest position,
This hand, it won't do this because of greed.
Or fear, and a little tolerance.
People in power! It's jurisprudence, not justice.
Give you a crown and a throne,
Although you are above the people,
But it should be governed by eternal jurisprudence.
Ah, unfortunately, this is a national misfortune.
If the jurisprudence is not sleepy;
If the people and the emperor
You can play with jurisprudence in your palm!
I want you to testify about this,
Oh, a martyr of great negligence,
In the recent storm,
Your emperor lost his head for his ancestors.
Under the witness of silent descendants,
Louis rose high to death,
He broke away from the crown.
Hanging on the bloody scaffold of treachery;
Law is silent-people are silent,
The axe of evil has landed. ......
So, under the yoke of Gaul,
Wearing a villain's purple robe.
I hate you and your throne,
Tyrants and demons!
I watched with cruel happiness.
Your downfall, your child's death.
Everyone will be on your forehead.
Read the imprint of the people's curse,
You are the condemnation of God in the world,
The shame of nature, the plague of the world.
When the stars in the sky at midnight
Shining on the dark Neva River,
A carefree head is a dream of peace.
Heavy pressure, sleeping quietly,
The pensive singer stared.
The barren remains of a tyrant,
An abandoned palace for a long time.
Rest in the fog.
He also heard that behind the terrible palace wall,
Cleo's terrible sentence,
Regula's last moments.
Clearly presented in front of his eyes.
He also saw: wearing shoulder straps and medals,
A group of mysterious planes passed by,
Drunk and malicious,
Proud face, afraid heart.
The disloyal guard was silent,
The high suspension bridge fell quietly,
In the dark, two palace doors
The paid mole quietly opened it. ......
Oh, shame on you! The atrocities of our time!
Like wild animals, exult with Turkish soldiers! ......
A shameful blow came. ......
The villain wearing the crown suddenly died.
Accept this lesson, emperors:
Today, whether it is punishment or praise,
Is it a bloody prison or an altar,
Can't be your real barrier;
In the shadow of legal reliability, please
First of all, keep a low profile,
If so, people's freedom and peace.
Is the eternal guardian of the throne.
To Cha Daieff Pushkin
The glory of love, hope and peace
You cann't lie to us for long,
Is the joy of youth,
It also disappeared like a dream and fog;
But our hearts are still full of longing,
Under the pressure of the cruel regime,
We are anxious.
Listen to the call of the motherland.
We endure the torment of expectation.
Waiting for the sacred free time,
Like young lovers.
Waiting for that sincere date.
Now the fire of freedom is still burning in our hearts.
Now our hearts for honor are not dead,
My friend, we should put our hearts and minds.
Beautiful passion, all dedicated to our motherland!
Friend, believe it! Charming and happy stars
Will rise and shine,
Russia wants to wake up from sleep,
On the ruins of tyranny,
Will write our names!
Shelley's ode to the west wind
1
Oh, the wild west wind, the breath of autumn life!
You are invisible, but the dead leaves are swept away by you.
It's like a ghost meets a wizard and has to escape:
Yellow, black, gray, red as tuberculosis,
Ah, a group of people who are seriously infected with the epidemic: Xifeng, it's you.
Drive the wing seeds.
On the bed in the dark winter, they just lie there,
Like a dead hole in the grave, cold, hidden and humble,
Wait until spring, when your beautiful sister blows.
Her trumpet resounded through the sleeping earth,
(Call out buds and feed in the air like sheep)
Let the mountains and plains be full of color and fragrance.
Free spirit, you travel everywhere;
Destroyer and Protector: Listen, you listen!
2
When the sky is in chaos,
Clouds are torn like dead leaves of the earth.
Branches intertwined with the sky and the sea.
Be the messenger of rain and electricity: they will fall.
On the blue waves of your solemn breath,
Like a crazy girl's fluttering hair flashing,
From the distant and blurred edge of the sky
Straight to the sky, swaying everywhere.
Curly hair wants a thunderstorm, for a dying year.
You sang Corona Herr and this dense night.
Will be the dome of a huge tomb,
With the cohesion of your strength;
That's your breath, and it will explode from it.
Black Rain, Hail and Flame: Oh, listen!
three
It's you, you awakened the blue Mediterranean,
It's been sleeping all summer,
Hypnotized by the clear water,
On the pumice island in Baya Bay,
It dreamed of ancient palaces and pavilions.
Shaking in the waves reflected in the water sky,
They are all covered with moss and flowers.
What a charming smell! Oh, here you are.
Make way for the turbulent waves in the Atlantic Ocean.
Split yourself into two sides, but fall into the abyss.
Flowers and plants in the ocean and muddy forests
Although the branches and leaves are sparse, there is no energy;
Hearing your voice, they turned blue with fear:
Trembling and automatically contracting at the same time: Oh, listen!
four
Hey, if I am a dead leaf and you let me float,
If I were a cloud, I could fly with you.
It's a wave, breathe with your strength,
If I have your pulse, it doesn't matter.
You are too free, oh, an uncontrollable life!
If I could dance like Feng Ling when I was a teenager.
I will be your partner and swim in the sky.
Because, at that time, if I wanted to chase you to the sky,
I wouldn't be like this.
So eager to pray with you.
Oh, lift me up like waves, leaves and clouds!
I fell on the thorns of life, I was bleeding!
This kind of life is suppressed by the heavy shackles of years.
I am like you: proud, agile and unruly.
five
Think of me as your harp, like a forest;
Although my leaves have fallen, what does it matter!
Music inspired by your huge ensemble
Will be dyed by the Woods and my late autumn:
Although sad and sweet. Oh, I hope you can give it to me.
Violent spirit! Brave, let us become one!
Please blow my dead thoughts to the world,
Let it give birth to new life like dead leaves!
Oh, please listen to this incantation poem.
Just take my words, like ashes and sparks.
The unlit fire spread to the world!
Let the horn of prophecy pass through my lips
Wake up the sleeping earth! If it's winter
It has come, west wind, can spring be far behind?
I hear America singing Whitman.
I hear America singing.
I hear America singing, and I hear all kinds of carols.
The mechanics are singing, and each of them is singing his own happy and strong song.
The carpenter is singing, measuring his board or beam,
The mason is singing. When he is ready to work or stops working,
The boatman sings about everything on his boat, and the sailor sings about everything on the deck of the motorboat.
The shoemaker is singing on his bench, and the hatter is standing there singing and working.
Loggers and young plowmen are singing. When they walk on the road every morning or ask for a rest in the afternoon,
Or at sunset,
I also heard my mother's wonderful singing, and young wives were operating, sewing or washing clothes.
Girls' songs,
What everyone sings belongs to him (her), not to others.
Singing all day during the day, gathering of strong and friendly young people at night,
Open your mouth and sing their strong and harmonious songs.
I hear America singing.
I hear America singing.
I hear America singing, I hear all kinds of carols,
Those mechanics, each singing that he should be happy and powerful,
While singing, the carpenter measured his board or beam.
Masons sing when preparing for work or after work.
The boatman is singing his song on his boat, and the sailor is singing on the deck of the steamboat.
The shoemaker sits on the bench and sings, while the hatter stands and sings.
The woodcutter's song, the farmer's song, in the morning, at noon or at sunset,
Mother's beautiful singing, young wife at work, girl sewing or washing clothes,
Everyone sings their own songs, not others'.
The day belongs to the day-the party of young men at night, which is strong and friendly.
Open your mouth and sing their strong and sweet songs.
"Oh, captain, my captain! whitman
Oh, captain, my captain! Our sinister voyage is over,
Our ship weathered the stormy waves safely, and the reward we sought has been won.
The port is not far away, I have heard the bell, and thousands of people are cheering and shouting.
We faced our boat and went home peacefully. Our ship is magnificent and brave.
But, heart! Heart! Heart!
Oh, red blood drops are flowing,
On the deck, lying my captain,
He fell, died, and cooled down.
Oh, captain, my captain! Get up, please listen to the bell,
Get up, flag, for you, horn, for you.
For you. The shore is crowded with people-countless bouquets, ribbons and wreaths for you.
For you, the bustling crowd are calling and turning their eager faces.
Here you are, captain! Dear father!
Under your head is my arm!
This is a dream on the deck,
You fell, you died, and you became cold.
Our captain didn't answer. His lips were pale and silent.
My father can't feel my arm, he has no pulse, no life,
Our ship has anchored safely, the voyage has been completed, and it is over.
The victorious ship returned from the sinister journey, and what we sought has been obtained.
Cheers. Oh, the coast! Ho, oh, Hong Zhong!
However, I moved my sad steps lightly.
On the deck, lying my captain,
He fell, died, and cooled down.
On the wings of singing-Heine
On the wings of that song
Beloved person