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Pushkin goes to the sea.

Goodbye, free element!

For the last time, in front of my eyes

Your blue waves are rolling,

Your proud beauty shines.

Like a friend's melancholy whisper,

It seems that he said hello when he left.

For the last time, I listen to you.

Shouting loudly, your gloomy complaints.

The country I yearn for wholeheartedly, the sea!

How often, on your shore?

I was quietly and confusedly irritated,

Think hard about my long-cherished wish.

Ah, how I like to hear your echo,

Mute voice, song of the abyss,

I like to hear your silence at dusk,

And your wayward temper!

Fisherman's sail

Your moody protection

Slide boldly between two teeth,

But if you get rough and can't overcome it,

Groups of fishing boats will be wiped out.

I can't leave until now.

This frozen stone coast bothers me,

I haven't embraced you warmly, sea!

Nor did it shake my poetry.

Take your ridge and run away!

You're expecting, calling ... I'm tied up,

My heart tried in vain to break free,

A stronger feeling attracted me,

So I stayed on the shore. ...

What is there to cherish? Where is it now?

It allows me to run on the open road.

There is only one thing in your desolation.

Maybe it excites me.

Cliffs and glorious graves ...

There, all kinds of good memories.

Sinked into a cold dream,

Ah, Napoleon put it there.

He was buried in misery.

Followed by him, another genius.

Like a storm passing in front of us,

Ah, another master of our hearts.

He went, making freedom with tears in his eyes!

He left his laurel to the world.

Make a hullabaloo about, angry at the bad weather,

Oh, the sea He used to be in song for you.

He is shaped by your essence,

Sea, he is your reflection;

He is as deep, powerful and gloomy as you,

He is as stubborn as you.

The world is empty ... Oh, the ocean,

Where can you take me now?

Everywhere, people's fate is the same:

Where there is happiness, there is education.

Or tyrants are very heavily guarded.

Goodbye, sea! You are amazingly beautiful

I will never forget it;

I will listen for a long time.

Your rumble at dusk.

My heart is full of you, I want to put

Your rock, your bay,

Your light and shadow, the trembling of your waves,

To the forest, to the silent wasteland.

Water town map

Jiang,

Run to the distance.

Like blood,

Connected with my hometown.

Rivers,

White swans fly from the source.

Ask me,

Who did you write Three Farewells for?

Lake,

The stone wall is over 1000 feet high.

Intercept clouds and rain,

Show me my grand plan?

The sea,

Pentium roared for tens of thousands of years.

While I was sleeping,

I still applaud you.

once

I'll water you with the remaining water.

I wait for you with my last life.

However, I am just a passive drop.

A rootless duckweed hangs.

Withered day by day.

live as if drunk or dreaming—lead a befuddled/besotted life

Support my fatigue

Wandering between life and death-extreme pain/sadness

Water the ping attached to me.

dream

Shout for breath in the dark

shadow

And sun exposure

Colorful

Waving my life

But I am passive water.

Find a cup

I guess

I'm looking forward to that trophy.

Can only be put in a cup.

I don't want to dry up

I am still young.

I am crying

There is a cup, crystal clear.

Seduce in front of me

I smiled

A subtle shake of change.

I have flown over your shadow at night,

People's jealousy and slander, hatred and harm to people,

All kinds of uneasiness that people mistakenly call joy.

Can no longer touch me and bring me pain!

-Introduction Inscription (Shelley)

Hello, sweet and clear water!

From the day you were born, you seemed

Poet's sublimity, sage's wisdom.

Have a heart that refuses kitsch and flattery.

live in the world

As a philosopher, you have your own unique.

Philosophy of existence-indifference and tranquility

Unlike the grandiose world, it pursues interests and vanity.

Nor is he as obsessed with nobility and wealth as that sycophantic little man.

Never. You just gave it without asking.

With your body and kindness, you support other lives.

I thought my life was so calm and peaceful.

But the arrogant enemy-stubborn stone,

But jealous of your talent and nobility

Sent the most vicious attack and slander to you!

For a time, rumors spread everywhere; flat

Just hyacinthus orientalis was deceived by stubborn stones!

What pure water, hyacinthus orientalis East. Who were you?

The most trusted friend, facing the stone's slander on you.

Also bowed the head of justice-silence!

Endure this insult, but in the name of dignity.

Chose tolerance-

Tolerate the slander and slander of stubborn stone.

Hyacinthus orientalis's Weakness, Preference and Silence

This war of dignity and shame!

Great water, please tell me.

What kind of love and kindness do you have?

Tolerate and forgive the prejudice and harm of the enemy.

How gentle is it?

Instantly resolve all the commotion and waves.

At the moment when the rock sank to the bottom.

I heard its desperate screams.

How can it think: its arrogance and toughness

I lost to your kindness and softness!

Rot, let that arrogant stone

In your gentle and kind heart

Rotten!

Even if it is a waste,

Thousands of years later

Into a piece of earth for the world to use.

Never again-

dangerous

harm

mankind

The space between/between/between/rooms.

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