I spent two years in this corner of the earth.
Neglected and exiled for years. Ten years have passed.
Since then, many things have changed me.
I have changed a lot, so I obey the law in my life.
But now I'm back, in the past.
Feitian hugged me eagerly and claimed that I,
It seems that I got lost just yesterday.
In these Woods.
10 This is a shanzhai, which is pathetic.
Refuse now, where I live, my poor old wet nurse.
She's gone. Stop hiding behind the wall.
I heard her heavy footsteps and she was moved.
Give her the task slowly and deliberately.
15 here is a wooded hillside, where I often go.
Sitting quietly, looking at the lake,
Review other coasts and other waves. . .
It shines between the golden corn fields and the green grass,
Vastness in unfathomable waters;
After 20 fishermen, they dragged an old net.
Small villages are scattered along the abandoned river bank.
The rolling mill behind them makes it almost possible to tilt.
Let its sails spread in the wind. . .
At the border
25 acres of my ancestors, at the scene.
Lots of rain, roads, scars, climbing.
There are three pine trees on the mountain, and one stands alone.
Everybody else get together. When I ride a horse
In the past, they rode horses on a moonlit night.
The friendly rustle of its crown.
Welcome me. Now, I have rode out.
Look at these trees after crossing this road.
They all stay the same and make the same noise.
But all the reasons for the last round of aging,
35 is bare, bare, among a young pine tree.
Born; Children who like green have shadows.
Two adjacent pine trees. But in the distance
Their lonely gay representatives, depressed,
Like some old bachelor, around its roots.
40 are as barren as before.
Young people, I'll give it to you.
Unknown pine tribe! I won't watch it.
Your strong upward thrust, in the next few years,
When you put friends like Overtop,
45 and protect their eyes from the ancient summit
Passerby, but you can hear my grandson.
Welcome to the noise when you go home.
From bustling companies and full of gays.
And pleasant thoughts, which he passed on at night,
50 may think mine. . .
Significance of production
First, the project itself will live in another place in the next 10 years. From your present life, or from a setting in your childhood, will you be attracted to it again? Describe it briefly and explain why it represents your meaning.
2. Does the urban landscape evoke the feelings described by Pushkin? Why or why not?
In The Romantic Period, many writers want to go to nature to explain their complex feelings about themselves or their culture. Review your reaction to Colada Bishop Shelley's ode to the west wind (Portfolio 9), john keats's Ode to the Nightingale (Portfolio 9), or william wordsworth's Nature in tintern abbey. How to compare the relationship between Pushkin and nature with these?