How can I love you? Let me count the methods.
I love you with all my heart.
Depth, width and height
It's like exploring mysterious existence and ideal elegance.
I love you in the sunshine and candlelight.
The need for silence in daily life.
I love you freely and fight for justice like a man;
I love you purely, as if they bowed their heads before praise.
I love you with the sadness of the past.
Full of bitterness, with my childhood beliefs.
I love you and cherish that saint who seems to disappear with you.
And lost thoughts.-I love you all my life.
Breathe, smile and tears! -If God wills.
I will love you more after I die.
Lorelei
Heine (Germany)
I don't know why,
I am so sad;
An ancient myth,
The old troubles are closely connected with my mind.
The Rhine flows quietly,
Twilight, cool breeze;
In the evening when the sun sets,
The mountain peaks sparkled with sunlight.
A charming girl,
Magically sitting on the top of the mountain,
She has blonde hair,
Gold jewelry gives off golden light.
When she combs her hair with a gold comb,
When a song is issued;
That piece of music is very beautiful
And very touching.
The boatman sat on the boat,
Hook causes infinite sadness;
He doesn't look at the rocks ahead,
He only looks up to the heights.
I think boats and boats,
The ending was buried by the waves;
This is Lorelei Banshee.
The sound of her singing.
I've seen you cry, Byron
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I have seen you cry-bright tears.
Come to your blue eyes;
At that time, I thought, isn't this?
Dew hangs on violets;
I've seen you laugh-sapphire flame
No longer flash in front of you;
Ah, how to match the sparkle of gems?
Your flexible glance at the light.
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Like dark clouds from the distant sun
Get a strong and soft color,
It is the shadow of dusk in Ran Ran.
Can't drive away from the sky;
Your smile makes me depressed.
Also injected with pure happiness;
Your light left a flash,
Like the sun shining in my heart.
Translated by Cha Liang Zheng.
Sorrow for Byron, Greece
(Chapter 3 of Don Juan)
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Greek islands, beautiful Greek islands!
The fiery Sappho sang a love song here;
Here, the art of war and peace coexist,
With the rise of Delos, Apollo jumped out of the sea!
The eternal summer also plated the island with gold,
But everything is depressing except the sun.
two
Muse of Austria, Muse of Theo,
Hero's harp, lover's pipa,
Initially won a reputation on your coast,
Now I am dumb in this birthplace;
Oh, that song has spread all over the west.
Far beyond the "island paradise" of your ancestors.
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The rolling hills watch the marathon-
Marathon to see the vast waves;
I meditated there alone for a quarter of an hour,
Dreaming that Greece is still free and happy;
Because, when I stand on the grave of Persia,
I can't imagine being a slave.
four
A king sat high on the top of a stone mountain.
Watching salami stand overseas;
Thousands of ships docked at the foot of the mountain,
How many teams does he command!
He counted at dawn,
But where were they at sunset?
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Oh, they are here now? And you,
My country? In land of silence,
Ode to Heroes is now silent-
The hero's heart is no longer stirring!
Are you always a solemn harp,
How can you play in my hands?
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Well, as a slave country,
Although all the honors are declining,
At least, a patriot's concern,
It also makes me blush when writing songs;
Because, what can a poet do here?
Shame on the Greeks, tears for the Greek country.
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Do we have to cry as time goes by?
And shame? -Our ancestors bled.
Earth! Put the spartan bones
Send some back from your arms!
Even if you give us three of the 300 warriors,
Bring Demebilly's battle of death back to life!
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What, or silence? All is silent?
Don't! Listen to the ancient soul.
As noisy as a waterfall in the distance,
They replied, "As long as there is one living person.
Come as soon as we shout, we will come! "
Hey! It's just that the living ignore it.
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Forget it, forget it; Try another tone:
Fill a glass of Samos' wine!
Leave the war to the Turkish barbarians,
Get out of the way, the blood of Austrian grapes is flowing!
Listen to how enthusiastic every alcoholic is.
Answer this shameful phone call!
One zero
You have Pirich's dancing skills,
But where is Pirich's phalanx?
These are two lessons. Why remember only one?
And forget the noble and strong lessons?
Cadmus made fonts for you-
Did he teach it to slaves?
one by one
Fill a glass with Samos' wine!
In that case, let's put the topic aside!
This wine has been used to make wine.
Send as a hymn; Yes, he succumbed to
Boris, a tyrant,
But this tyrant is at least our country.
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The tyrant of Ksonisas
Is the most loyal friend of freedom;
The tyrant Miltiades is still famous today!
Oh, I wish we could have it now.
The tyrant is as shrewd as he is,
He will unite us against bullying!
One three
Fill a glass with Samos' wine!
On the rocks in Suri, on the shore of Baja,
A brave descendant of a nation,
Not the kui is the mother of Sparta;
There, perhaps the seeds have spread,
This is a true biography of Hercules' bloodline.
Easy
Don't rely on westerners for the cause of freedom.
They have a king who does business;
Local swords, local soldiers,
Is the only hope of charging;
But the strength of Turkey, the deception of Latin,
In the meeting, you should break through your protective cover from the outside.
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Fill a glass with Samos' wine!
Our girls are dancing in the shade-
I saw their black eyes shining,
But, looking at every smart girl,
My eyes were fascinated by tears,
Are these breasts to be fed to slaves?
Yi Liu
Let me climb the cliff in Sunia,
You can hear each other whispering,
Let me die like a swan;
I don't want slaves This country belongs to me-
Break Samos glass!
Translated by Cha Liang Zheng.