Go to the seaside
-Pushkin
Goodbye, unrestrained sea!
This is the last time you appear in front of me,
Rolling blue waves,
Shining with beautiful light.
Like a friend's sad complaint,
Just like his voice when he broke up,
Your melancholy voice, your urgent call,
Hovering in my ear for the last time.
The place my heart yearns for!
How many times have I walked across your shore,
I meditate quietly alone, wandering,
I am full of sorrow for my long-cherished wish!
How much I love you,
That deep tone, the sound of the abyss,
And your loneliness at dusk,
And your unpredictable passion.
The docile sails of fishermen,
Everything is protected by your will,
Bravely pass over your peak,
When you are angry and uncontrollable,
How many fishing boats will sink.
Oh, how can I put it aside?
Your lonely and still coast,
I bless you with joy:
May my poetry roll forward.
Through your peaks and valleys!
You expect, you call-but I am bound;
My inner struggle is also futile;
Attracted by this intense passion,
I have to stay on your shore. ...
What are you sorry for? Where am I now?
Passionate yearning, carefree road?
There is a place in your vastness.
Can wake up my sleeping heart.
Cliffs and glorious graves ...
There, there are many precious thoughts.
Immersed in an infinitely bleak dream;
That's where Napoleon was buried.
He rested in the misery there.
Right behind him, another genius,
Fly away from us like rolling thunder,
Another master of our thoughts.
He's dead, he can cry freely,
He left his laurel to the world.
Surge and rush, set off a storm:
O sea, he praised you before he died!
Your image is reflected in him,
Your spirit is condensed on him,
Like you, majestic, melancholy, profound,
Just like you, tenacious and tenacious.
O sea, the world is empty. ...
Where are you taking me now?
The world is full of the same fate:
Where there is happiness, there are people who have happiness.
Either an education or a tyrant.
Goodbye, sea! Your majesty,
I will remember it deeply;
Your whisper at dusk,
I will listen for a long time.
Your image fills my heart,
To the jungle and the quiet wilderness,
I'll take your rock, your harbor,
Your voice, your Shui Ying wave.
singer
Have you ever heard the song Behind the Night Forest?
That is a singer who is in love and sad.
When the fields are quiet in the morning,
Melancholy, simple voice,
Have you ever heard of it?
Have you ever foreseen him in the desolate and dark forest?
That is a singer who is in love and sad.
Have you ever seen tears and smiles,
See those quiet eyes full of sadness?
Have you ever met one?
Have you ever sighed when you heard that quiet song?
That is a singer who is in love and sad.
When you see this young man in the forest,
I saw his blurred eyes,
Have you ever sighed?
Pushkin (1799 ~ 1837)
An outstanding representative of Russian romantic literature, the founder of realistic literature and the founder of modern standard Russian. His works are the literary reflection of Russian national consciousness and aristocratic revolutionary movement. The content of Pushkin's lyric poems is unprecedented in the history of Russian poetry, including To Chaadayev (18 18), Ode to Freedom (18 17) and To the Prisoner of Siberia (1827). Pushkin wrote 12 narrative poems in his life, the most important of which are ruslan and lyudmila in Captives of the Caucasus (1822) and Bronze Knight (1833). Pushkin's plays are few, and the most important one is the historical play Boris Godunov (1825). In addition, he also created the poetic novel yevgeni onegin (183 1), the prose novel Belgin Tales (183 1) and the novel Captain's Daughter (/kloc-0) It has created typical images with highly generalized significance: "redundant person", "money knight", "nobody" and the leader of the peasant movement. The presentation of these problems and the appearance of literary images have greatly promoted the progress of Russian social thought, helped to awaken the people and contributed to the development of Russian liberation movement.
Pushkin's excellent works have achieved a high degree of unity of content and form. His lyric poems are rich in content, profound in emotion, flexible in form, exquisite in structure and beautiful in rhythm. His essays and novels have concentrated plots, neat structures and vivid and concise descriptions. Pushkin's creation has an important influence on the development of Russian realistic literature and world literature, and is called "the beginning of all beginnings" by Gorky.
If life cheats you.
If life deceives you,
Don't be depressed and don't be angry!
Restrain yourself for a while when you are unhappy,
Believe it, a happy day will come.
Our hearts look forward to the future,
Today is always sad:
Everything is temporary, fleeting,
The dead will become lovely.
symbol
I came to see you, a group of active dreams.
Flying behind me with a smile,
The moon moves on my right,
Walk as fast as a fly with me.
I walked away and had other dreams. ...
My beloved heart is full of melancholy,
The moon is on my left.
Walk home with me slowly.
We poets are lonely.
Always indulge in some fantasies,
Therefore, signs of superstition
Also woven into our feelings.
Dreams that you can't get rid of.
How happy are the people you choose at random,
His eyes dominate you, in front of him
You are in a trance for undisguised love;
But that silent, jealous
How sad it is for people who listen to your confession.
The flame of love burns in his heart,
But hung his heavy head.
windstorm
Did you see the girl standing on the steep rock?
Dressed in white, standing high above the waves,
When the sea is noisy in the smoke of the storm,
Playing with the coast,
When the golden lightning
Always illuminate her with crimson light,
Is the wind blowing? br & gt
When she fluttered the veil?
The sea in the smoke of the storm,
It is beautiful to lose the blue sky in an instant;
But believe me: it's the girl standing on the cliff,
She is more beautiful than waves, sky and storms.
Liu Bannong's Poems
Separated by a layer of paper, separated by rain, separated by fallen leaves, separated by the two of us, separated by the dusk of a small farmer, separated by the boiling heat-the country, how can I miss her ...) Nanny, deep in the dark blue ocean, knocking on the ice, echoing, poetic, 30 degrees, in an Indian restaurant, blacksmith,) E string.
Knock on ice
Eight degrees below zero,
70 miles of ice,
Hinder me from going home happily.
The waterway is impassable,
It's hard to walk on a dry road.
Ice!
I really can't help you!
I am really helpless!
Helpless,
I discussed it with gamblers,
Get ready for strength,
Get the gavel ready,
Let's break the deadlock!
Ice!
Am I with you,
What are the outstanding grievances?
It's just that I have to hit the road,
I have to beat you,
When I broke you,
There is a happy way to let me go home.
The gambler said "yes"!
Let's pull ourselves together,
Try to do it together—
With the help of the five of us,
In groups of three,
Walk on the road of hardship!
There are several places of ice,
Thanks to those who left first,
It has been broken for us;
Only ice cubes float on the water.
Rolled up and filed under our ship,
Most of the rest,
Then let's go first:
We hit ten hammers and eight hammers,
It's only one foot eight inches on foot.
But,
Hit ten hammers and eight hammers,
Finally set foot on the road of one foot eight inches!
Why don't we take our painful breath,
Happy,
Let's sing our "ice-breaking victory song".
Knock on the ice.
Knock, kick!
Knock a ride, take a ride!
The lazy man said:
"Friend, have a rest!
Why come? 」
Please.
You take a break,
Let's go our own way!
Timid people say:
"Friend, have a rest!
Don't blame the patient,
Scraped the boat. 」
Thank you very much
This is what we think, but we don't want to care!
The slow man said:
"friend,
Let's go the same way. Why not wait?
The sun will come out tomorrow. 」
What if there is no sun in life?
"So, silly boy!
Listen to you! 」
Thank you very much.
Knock on the ice.
Knock, kick!
Knock a ride, take a ride!
Is this brother tired? ——
Then the rest of the brothers will take his place.
Are you hungry? ——
There are yellow rice,
There is vegetable soup.
Did you take a bite? ——
There is boundless clear water under the ice;
It is ice,
You can also make our good tea.
Is the hammer handle broken?
That's not important,
Take out the axe from the hut,
There are many branches on the shore.
Knock on the ice.
We have everything,
Nothing panics,
Thank our benefactor, nature.
Knock on the ice.
Knock, kick!
Knock a ride, take a ride!
Starting at noon,
Knock into the night.
In the dark night,
Or knock on the ice with lanterns.
A prickly north wind,
Blow the trees on both sides,
Turned into a violent voice.
Is this authority?
The palms are numb,
The skin has also been filed;
The muscles in your arm,
Expansion is not gradually free;
My feet are sore;
The sweat on my head,
Fell on the cold ice,
The sweat on my back,
Got into the sleeve by the cold wind,
Blowing will form cold ice;
Is that pain?
There are dark clouds in the sky,
Occasionally there are some cracks,
Show that a star has two stars,
Luminescence and contraction,
Like winking at us,
Is that hope?
The constant hammering in winter and winter,
Is it the drum of spiritual progress?
The sound of an ice cutter,
Is it the rebel stormtroopers?
Is it the last struggle of losers?
Echo in the wilderness,
Is it a response?
This does not require management;
It's us,
Don't let us manage it.
Knock on the ice.
Knock, kick!
Knock a ride, take a ride!
A mallet in winter,
Knocking on the door in the dark,
The sound of knocking wild dogs gradually faded;
An owl went straight into a deep tree.
Stop singing his "ode to death";
Knock until the rooster wakes up;
Birds are singing;
Knock straight into the grassland,
There was once a shepherd's song;
Knock directly at the frosted hay,
In the morning light,
Show his hardship!
All right!
Darkness is dead,
The light is alive again!
What about us?
Why don't you stop?
Oh!
Twenty-five miles ahead!
Bright!
The light of nature,
General Kwang!
We should thank you,
Do as we know.
But,
We still have our goals;
We shouldn't stop when we see you,
We should rely on your strength,
Extra encouragement,
Make it clear.
Knock on the ice.
Knock, kick!
Knock a ride, take a ride!
Night continues with day,
Dawn continues the night,
It's daylight again,
It's noon,
Noon has passed again!
Time!
You are our only real asset.
We rely on you,
Actually,
Make it clear,
It's not your thief.
How much weight did you give us,
What is your loss rate,
We cherish you,
Respect you,
I can't bear to separate a part of your body from him.
It's just practical,
Make it clear.
Noon passed again,
Twilight is coming again,
However, it is-
"all right! 」
The five of us,
Starting with the chest,
Suddenly a "good! 」
Half-hidden sun in frozen clouds,
Has always been the pinnacle of the west,
It's already half covered.
Light gray clouds,
Pale ochre sunset,
Mix it up,
To be precise-
Alas!
Everyone knows—
This is the smile of our loving mother,
It is her wry smile that loves us!
She said:
"son!
You are tired!
But your purpose has been achieved!
Take a break! 」
So we raise our hands in pain,
Swing away the last cold sweat on your forehead;
Unconsciously,
Each comes from the chest,
Suddenly let out a cry:
(it's pain)
"all right! 」
"all right! 」
Me and four gamblers,
On a small dimly lit table,
Drink a glass of yellow wine,
This is a kind of home-brewed wine with walnut flavor.
Is anybody there? -Tired.
What about the boat? Hurt.
Where is the sledgehammer? -broken and repaired, repaired and broken.
But 70 miles of ice?
Needless to say,
It's a walnut-flavored hometown wine.
His hands were covered with mud, sweat and blood,
Take it to your mouth and drink it,
Excuse me, human:
Did you wish everyone a drink?
But how many people have drunk it?
"all right! 」
Countless latecomers, did you hear our call?
If you go this way,
If you also walk 7 1 mile,
A mile's work,
It is yours.
If you say:
"Wait!
Maybe someone else will knock for us. 」
Or:
"Wait!
The light energy of the sun,
It's powerful in an instant. 」
So,
You are such a confused child!
You forgot you!
Do you thank us for seventy games in your heart?
This is not necessary,
Because this is our business.
But in that mile,
This is your business.
Turn your gavel into a cross,
You should be baptized with blood and sweat,
…………
You should drink a glass of walnut-flavored hometown wine,
You should learn from your heart,
Suddenly let out a cry "good! 」
How could I miss her?
There are several clouds floating in the sky.
There is a breeze blowing on the ground.
Ah!
The breeze blows my hair,
Teach me how to miss her.
Moonlight loves the ocean,
The ocean fell in love with the moonlight.
Ah!
Such a honey-like silver night,
Teach me how to miss her.
The falling flowers on the water flow slowly,
Fish swim slowly downstream.
Ah!
Swallow, what did you say?
Teach me how to miss her.
The dead trees shook in the cold wind.
Wildfire burns in the twilight.
Ah!
There is still some afterglow in the west,
Teach me how to miss her.
rain
These are all Xiaohui's words. I just take shorthand for her and take a series of notes for her.
Mom! I'm going to bed today-I'm going to sleep early against my mother. Listen! On the grass behind, there is no sound; It was my friends who were put to bed early by my mother.
Listen! On the grass behind, there is no sound; It's as black as ink! It's as black as ink! Afraid! Wild dogs and wild cats are barking in the distance, don't come! It's just the tinkling rain. Why is it still tinkling there?
Mom! I'm going to bed! It is not afraid of the rain of wild dogs and cats, but it is still ringing on the dark grass. Why not go back? Why doesn't it go to bed early by its mother?
Mom! What are you laughing at? You said it had no home? When it didn't rain yesterday, the grass was full of moonlight. Where did it go? You said it had no mother? Didn't you say that the dark cloud in the sky was its mother the day before yesterday?
Mom! I'm going to bed! Close the window, don't let the rain wet our bed. Just lend my little raincoat to the rain, and don't let it wet my clothes.
Mr. Liu Bannong (1891-1934), a native of Jiangyin, Jiangsu Province, was an important participant in the New Literature Movement in China in the early 20th century and one of the outstanding poets in China in the 20th century ... In fact, his literary achievements are mainly reflected in his poetry creation, and his accumulated experience is worthy of attention by future generations.