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My Song is the pinnacle of Leaves of Grass, a milestone in American poetry and the longest poem in Leaves of Grass. The whole poem is divided into 52 sections, *** 1336 lines, which is magnificent, impassioned and stirring. This poem fully embodies the spiritual temperament and democratic thoughts of the author walt whitman, and is one of his most important poems, and also the "grass seed" of Leaves of Grass.

Translated by Li, a famous photographer and a die-hard fan of Whitman, this book takes Whitman's "Road to Life" again, and takes 35 rare and beautiful pictures, which are illustrated and bilingual, showing Whitman's majestic and magnificent poetic realm.

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I praise myself, praise myself.

You'll take everything I bring,

Because every atom that belongs to me belongs to you.

I have listened to the conversations of those chatterboxes. They talked about the beginning of chaos and the end of time.

But I didn't talk about it at first.

There have never been so many beginnings before,

I have never had so much youth and years now.

The future will not be more perfect than the present,

There will be no more heaven or hell than now.

Impulse, impulse, impulse,

It will always be the impulse of the world to multiply.

Opposing and equivalent things arise from chaos, and chaos is always the growth of matter, sexual activity, unified interweaving, difference and reproduction of life.

A child said: What is grass? He picked one for me in a hurry,

How should I answer this child? I know no more than he does.

I guess it must be the banner of my character, woven from hopeful green materials.

Or I think it's God's will,

Deliberately left fragrant gifts and souvenirs,

The owner's name is also printed on its corner, so we can see and notice it and ask, "Whose?"

Or I guess grass itself is a child, a baby born by a plant.

Or I guess it's a unified hieroglyph,

This means that it germinates equally in vast or narrow areas.

Growing up equally between blacks and whites,

Canadians, Virginians, congressmen and ordinary people, I give them exactly the same, and I accept them exactly the same.

Now, in my opinion, this grass is like beautiful hair that has not been trimmed on the grave.

Does anyone think that being born is lucky?

I will tell him (her) categorically that death is just as lucky, and I have no doubt about it.

I experienced the death of the dying and the birth of a newly baptized baby. I'm not limited to my hat and boots.

I have carefully observed all kinds of things and found that no two things are the same, but each one is beautiful.

The earth is beautiful, the stars are beautiful, and everything attached to it is beautiful.

In the era of information flooding, there are many kinds of books, and people have more choices, but at the same time they are faced with the problem of not knowing how to choose books to read. To this end, Li Erzhen recommends books in the form of "book recommenders" every day to help alleviate the "book selection difficulty" of book fans.