For Clement Clark Moore's recording, "It was the night before Christmas and I saw the music bar.
This is the night before Christmas (read by Jim Ted)
(Note: Jim Ted is a senior announcer of VOA)
(Music)
It was the night before Christmas, when the whole house
Not a single animal is moving, not even a mouse.
Socks hang carefully by the chimney,
I hope Saint Nicholas will appear soon.
The children lay comfortably in bed,
When the image of sugar plums beats in their minds.
Mom wears a headscarf, I wear a hat,
Just solved our brain after a long winter nap.
When there is such a noise on the lawn outside,
I jumped out of bed to see what happened.
I flew to the window like lightning,
Tear open the blinds and pull up the window sash.
The moon on the chest of new snow
Give the object below a midday shine.
When should my curious eyes appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and agile,
I knew right away that it must be St. Nick.
They came faster than the eagle,
He whistled, shouted and called their names!
"now Dasher! Now, dancer! Now, Prasse and Wicksen!
Go, comet! Go, Cupid! Downer Street and Blitzen Street.
Go to the top of the porch! Go to the top of the wall!
Now run! Run! Wash everything away! "
Like dead leaves before a wild hurricane,
When they encounter obstacles, they climb into the sky.
So they flew to the hounds on the roof,
Sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas.
Then, in a flash, I heard on the roof.
The jump and claw of each small hoof.
When I take back my thoughts and turn around,
Saint nicholas jumped out of the chimney.
He was dressed in fur from head to toe,
His clothes were stained with dust and soot.
A bundle of toys he threw on his back,
He looks like a peddler, just opening his bag.
His eyes-how bright! How happy his dimples are!
His cheeks are like roses, and his nose is like cherries!
His funny little mouth sticks up like a bow,
The beard on his chin is as white as snow.
He clenched the stub of his pipe with his teeth,
Smoke encircled his head like a wreath.
He has a wide face and a round belly.
When he laughs, he shakes like a bowl of jelly!
He is fat and a happy old elf.
When I saw him, I couldn't help laughing!
He blinked and twisted his head,
Let me know soon that I am fearless.
He went straight to work without saying a word,
Fill all the socks, and then turn around sharply.
Put your finger next to your nose,
He nodded and climbed up the chimney!
He jumped on the sleigh and whistled to his team.
They flew away like thistle fluff.
But I heard him shout, "Before he can't see the car,
"Merry Christmas and good night!"
(Music)
Go through the bar
Author: Alfred Tennyson
Give me a clear call!
I hope there are no complaints in the bar,
When I went out to sea,
But this trend seems to be asleep,
Too much sound and foam,
When it is drawn from the endless abyss
Go home again.
Twilight and evening bells,
After that, it's dark!
May there be no sadness of parting,
When I got on the boat;
Although from our time and place
The flood may take me far away,
I hope to meet my pilot.
When I passed the bar.
Phyllostachys pubescens
Alfie Reid? Tennyson
In the sunset, the stars are scattered all over the floor.
Call it clear!
May Shazhu be quiet,
I will sail to the sea;
Tides are like dreams,
The sound of the waves seems to have stopped, and the waves are still;
Deep in the ocean,
Then retreat quietly.
The bell rings at dusk,
Night will come!
May there be no sadness in farewell,
Boarding and anchoring;
The torrent of the times, infinite time and space,
Carrying me away;
The first line of defense through Shazhu,
Look at the pilot calmly.
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Oh, captain! My captain!
Walt Whitman
Captain! My captain! Our terrible trip is over,
The ship has weathered the wind and rain, and the spoils we are pursuing have worn away.
As the port approached, I heard the bell and people were jubilant.
As the eyes see the stable keel, the ship is cold and bold;
But ah, heart! Heart! Heart!
Ah, red blood drops!
My captain is lying on the deck,
Die cold.
Ah, captain! My captain! Get up and listen to the bell;
Get up-the flag is flying for you-the horn is ringing for you,
For you, bouquets and ribbons-for you, the coast is crowded,
They call you, swaying crowd, and their eager faces turn;
Here you are, captain! Dear father!
This arm under your head;
There are some dreams on the deck
You have died of cold.
My captain didn't answer, his lips were pale and silent,
My father can't feel my arm, he has no pulse and will;
The ship has anchored safely and the voyage is over.
From the terrible trip, the victorious ship entered the port with the goal of victory;
Rejoice, the coast! Ring, oh, the bell!
But I, with sad steps,
Walking on the deck, my captain is lying down,
Die cold.
Captain! My captain!
Walter. surname
Ah, captain! My captain! The terrible voyage has been completed;
The ship experienced all the risks and achieved the expected goal.
The harbor is in sight, the bell is ringing and people are rejoicing.
Millions of eyes are fixed on the boat-steady, brave and firm.
But it hurts! Sad! Sad!
Look at a drop of red blood!
On the deck lay my captain,
He walked down, cold and farewell.
Ah, captain! My captain! Get up and listen to the bell;
Get up, the horn rings for you, and the standard rises for you;
Greeting you, how many bouquets and wreaths are waiting for you, and thousands of people flock to the shore;
They shouted at you, gathered around and raised their eager faces;
Ah, captain! Dear father!
My arm holds your head!
Is it a dream: on the deck?
You go down, cold, goodbye.
My captain was silent, his lips were pale and motionless;
Father didn't feel my arm, no pulse, no last words;
The ship broke down and arrived safely; The voyage is over;
The goal of returning home after a hard journey and winning.
Ah, the bells on the shore are ringing, ah, people are rejoicing!
But I was on deck, next to the captain,
Heartbroken, heavy footsteps:
Because he fell down, cold, farewell.
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To the cuckoo
William Wordsworth
Ah, happy newcomers! I heard,
I was ecstatic when I heard your voice.
Oh, cuckoo! May I call you a bird,
Or is it just a wandering voice?
When I was lying on the grass
I hear your double cry;
It seems that from one mountain to another.
Far and near.
Although only talking to the valley,
Sunshine and flowers,
You brought me a story.
Fantasy time.
Welcome three times, baby of spring!
Even if you are mine.
Not a bird, but an invisible thing,
A mysterious voice;
That's the man from my school days.
I listened; That cry
It showed me a thousand ways.
In bushes, trees and the sky.
In order to find you, I often wander
Through the Woods and green spaces;
You are still a hope, a love;
Still eager, never seen.
I can still listen to you;
You can lie on the plain.
Listen, until I give birth to the baby
It's that golden age again.
Oh, blessed bird! The earth we walk on.
It seems that it is again
An illusory, fairyland-like place;
That's your home!
cuckoo
William Hua? Zwaz
Ah, happy new guests!
When I heard your chirp, I was filled with joy;
Ah, cuckoo, did I call you bird?
Or is it a wonderful voice that echoes the clear moon from afar?
When I was lying on the grass,
Listen to your duet:
It seems to spread from one mountain to another,
It seems close at hand, but it seems far away.
Your song echoes in the valley,
With prosperity and sunshine;
You took me.
Recall past fantasies.
I welcome it again and again.
You are the forerunner of Yangchun.
In my eyes, you are not a bird,
This is an invisible magic sound.
When I was a primary school student,
Heard the same song;
I tried to find it,
From the sky to the jungle.
I often roam, in order to find you,
Stepping on grass and walking through dense forests;
I can't see it, but I'm still looking forward to it.
You still hope, not love.
Now I'm lying on the plain,
Your singing can still be heard.
I'm all ears,
Until I recall my golden childhood.
The land where we live.
It is ethereal and magical;
This is a good place for you to settle down.
Ah, happy bird, bless you!
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spring
Author: thomas nashe
Spring, sweet spring, is a pleasant king in a year;
Then everything blooms, and then the girls dance in a circle.
Cold doesn't sting, beautiful birds sing,
Cuckoo, puff, puff, puff!
Palms and possibly gay country houses,
The lambs play skipping, the shepherds whistle all day,
We heard the birds tuning the happy melody,
Cuckoo, puff, puff, puff!
The fields breathe the fragrance, daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives sit in the sun,
In every street, we hear these tunes in our ears.
Cuckoo, puff, puff, puff!
Spring! Sweet spring!
Thomas in spring? Nash
Spring, sweet spring, Yao and Shun in a year,
Flowers and trees are everywhere, and daughters are dancing in circles everywhere.
Slightly cold but clear, good birds are singing,
Zhaozhao, Chaochao, brother, cut the wheat and insert a grain!
Elms and hawthorn, families dressed as farmhouses,
Lambs play, shepherds play all day,
Birds always sing in harmony, a melodious rhythm,
Zhaozhao, Chaochao, brother, cut the wheat and insert a grain!
The fragrant wind rippled in the countryside, and daisies kissed people's heels.
Couples, old women sitting in the sun,
Go to any avenue, there is a sweet song,
Zhaozhao, Chaochao, brother, cut the wheat and insert a grain!
Spring! Sweet spring!
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Lilacs,
False blue, white, purple,
Lavender,
Your big bouquet of flowers
Everywhere in my new England.
In your heart-shaped leaves
Orange or yellow dances and sings like a bird in a music box.
Their faint and soft songs;
At the bend of your branch
A song sitting on a spotted egg. Sparrows have bright eyes.
Shuttle uneasily through the light and shadow
Of all the springs.