Has been sending us to the endless night;
We sailed day and night in the sea of years.
Can't you stop for a while?
That lake. Time flies. Today should be last year.
I once made an appointment with her: revisit the beautiful lake;
Now the lakes and mountains are still there. Where is her trail?
I was the only one sitting on the shore.
Last year, you were too noisy under the cliff.
In this way, the tide came to beat the broken stone shore;
Splash, break the foam and let it float in the wind.
Her petite footprints.
Remember? That night, we went boating on the lake
Tianshui meets in the distance, and we are relatively speechless.
In the silence, there was only the gentle sound of oars.
Wave.
Suddenly a string of words rarely heard in the world appeared.
The sound echoed from the charming coast;
The water waves held their breath and listened to every word of the sound.
Locked in my heart:
"Time! You fly slowly! Pleasant scenery and beautiful moments,
Don't leave in a hurry!
Let us savor this fleeting tenderness,
The happiness of this life.
"How many unfortunate people in the world lament the difficulty of time,
You go and get it.
Run away the long years and wash away the infinite bitterness;
Forget the happy man.
"I begged for a long time, but time turned a deaf ear.
It just slipped away.
I also advised my good friend: "Don't rush to dawn."
How can there be dawn in the East!
"Good night will be wasted? Love must be timely,
Cherish this precious moment!
Life has no end, and the years are endless.
We have been travelers for generations. "
Time, are you jealous of our happiness?
Don't let us indulge in love for a long time?
How can a sweet moment of ecstasy be the same as sadness?
Fly away as fast as possible?
How come? Leave some dream marks, even without permission?
The past is like a smoke cloud, but after that it becomes empty talk?
Time, you give us happiness, but why?
Let happiness disappear in an instant?
Eternity, emptiness, past, endless abyss,
How many mornings and evenings have you devoured the world!
Q: You took away our happiness.
When will it be returned to us?
Lake! Silent rock! Cave! Gloomy forest!
Time has feelings for you, and you will never get old.
I ask you to testify that the beautiful natural scenery,
Remember our wonderful evening!
You're calm, you're angry,
Beautiful lake, beautiful hillside, dense pine shade,
The shore stone is majestic. May the sweet memories last forever.
Among the lakes and mountains.
May the breeze blow away,
May the sound echoing on the shore,
May the full moon be sprinkled on the lake with a faint Yin Hui.
Recall the past.
The wind is whimpering, the reeds are sighing and suffocating,
The air on the lake is fresh and fragrant.
May everything you hear, see and smell be in front of you.
They all said, "They are in love."
(translated by Li Hengji)
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As a pioneer of French romantic poets, Lamartin created a poetic style with sincere and simple feelings, novel themes and beautiful language, which freed French poetry from the fetters of rigid classicism and entered a prosperous new world.
Lamartin's poem Lake originated from his love affair with Julie Char. 18 16 10 In October, Lamartin was recuperating at the Axe Hot Springs on the east bank of Lake Bourget in Savoie, southeastern France, and met Julie Charles. They fell in love at first sight by the lake and stayed together all day, just like newlyweds, spending a sweet time in the hot spring. "Love hurts and leaves since ancient times." When they left, they reluctantly agreed to reunite in Hot Springs next summer. 18 17 In August, Lamartin came to the lake where they met for the first time and waited hard. Looking through the autumn water, she didn't come (Julie was ill in bed and couldn't leave Paris). Lamartin later returned to Millie's parents' home for Christmas and learned that Julie died in Paris on February 18). Lamartin wandered around the lake, full of sadness and emotion, and wrote a poem to commemorate his unforgettable love with Julie and dedicate it to Lake.
Lake is a love song, which shows the poet's attachment to his lover and nostalgia for past love. Facing the lake, the poet was filled with emotion: "Time flies, it should be today last year. /I once met her: I revisited the beautiful lake; /Now the lakes and mountains are still there. Where is her trail? /I am the only one sitting on the shore. " The poet waited alone, but didn't see the beautiful scenery coming, but he didn't know why. He was lonely and depressed. Disappointed, I chatted with memories, and the vivid image of the lover who once snuggled up to him appeared in my mind. "Remember? That night, we went boating on the lake /Tianshui meets in the distance, and we are relatively speechless. In the silence, only the gentle sound of the paddle/hitting the water waves. " Gentle words are immersed in this silence. There are more silent words than vocal words. The so-called good night is short, beautiful scenery and pleasure always rush by mercilessly. The poet is eager to keep this wonderful time, shouting "Time! You fly slowly! " Let lovers savor this fleeting tenderness, let time flow away the long years for the unfortunate people, and don't disturb them. However, the dawn of tomorrow night is the beginning of the East, which is irreversible. So the poet lamented that we should enjoy the golden night in time, because life is passed down from generation to generation, and everyone is just a passer-by in the long river of years.
Time mercilessly took away the happiness of lovers, and the poet was deeply moved. The sweet ecstasy time no longer lasts, but flies like a sad and painful life, as if God is jealous of lovers. Everything seems to be fleeting, and the happiness in front of us is fleeting. When the poet was helpless, he begged nature to remember their relationship: "Lake! Silent rock! Cave! Gloomy forest! Time has feelings for you, and you will never get old. /I ask you to be witnesses, beautiful natural scenery,/remember our wonderful night! " The beautiful hillside by the lake, shaded pine trees and towering shore stones seem to melt sweet memories in the lakes and mountains. The breeze blew gently and flew away. Yin Hui, where the bright moon rippled on the waves, seemed to be the mark of tenderness in the past. However, "the wind whimpers and the reeds sigh, which makes people suffocate." At the end of the poem, the poet pushed the cherish and nostalgia for that love affair to the extreme: "I wish everything I heard, saw and smelled before my eyes would say,' They are in love'." Lake tells the poet's attachment to his lover and the love he has experienced in vivid, beautiful and simple language, expresses the poet's nostalgia for the past and the lost spring scenery, and shows the feelings that time has passed, life is short and helpless.
Lake is also an immortal poem, depicting people's anxiety about fate and yearning for eternal and short-lived love. The whole poem is simple in language, sincere in feelings, full of melancholy and deep emotions, touching and touching. The use of the first person, personification, rich imagination, harmonious sense of music and mysterious colors. All these make Lake a model of later French romantic poetry.
(Li Shijie)