Your Long Summer Never Fades is a prose poem written by British writer william shakespeare.
1, full text
Can I compare you to a summer day?
You are more lovely and gentle.
The wind shook the lovely buds of May,
The lease in summer is too short.
Sometimes the eye of heaven shines too hot,
His golden complexion often darkens;
Every market sometimes declines,
The process of accidental or natural change has not been broken;
But your eternal summer will not die,
Nor will you lose the beauty you know;
Death will not boast that you wander in his shadow,
When you grow up in eternal lines:
As long as human beings can breathe and see,
This is eternal, which gives you life. ?
2. Translation
How can I compare you to summer?
You are not only cuter than him, but also gentler than him;
The strong wind humiliated the buds that might have been loved,
The period of renting a house in summer is too short;
The eyes in the sky are sometimes too dazzling,
His shining golden face is often covered up;
Destroyed by chance or freedom paradise,
Without beauty, it will eventually wither or be destroyed.
But your long summer will never fade,
I won't lose your bright red fragrance;
Or death boasts that you wander in his shadow,
When you are as long as time in immortal poems.
As long as there are humans, or people have eyes,
This poem will live on and give you life.
Second, "I despised my soul seven times."
I have despised my soul for seven times is a poem written by Ji Bolun in the name of My Soul, which sees through the weakness of human nature. The poem is simple, powerful and thought-provoking, urging people to have a higher spiritual realm, calling on people to purify their souls, abandon ugliness and pursue nobleness.
1, full text
For the first time, when I see her docile, she may reach a height.
The second time I saw her limping in front of the lame.
The third time, when she chose between difficulty and easy, she chose easy.
The fourth time, when she made a mistake, she comforted herself that others would make mistakes.
The fifth time, she restrained her weakness and attributed her patience to strength.
The sixth time was when she despised an ugly face and didn't know it was one of her own masks.
The seventh time, she sang a song of praise and thought it was a virtue.
2. Translation
For the first time, when it could have made progress, it pretended to be humble;
The second time, when it is empty, it is full of love;
The third time, between difficulty and easy, it chose easy;
The fourth time, it made a mistake, but comforted itself with others' mistakes;
The fifth time, it is freedom and weakness, but it is regarded as the tenacity of life;
The sixth time, when it despised an ugly face, it didn't know it was one of its masks;
The seventh time, it leans in the mud of life, though unwilling, but timid.
I once loved you.
I once loved you is a love poem by Pushkin. Pushkin's famous love poems were not only translated into Chinese and loved by readers in China, but also compiled into songs, which were widely circulated by singers. Oleg Bogudin, a famous Russian romantic lyric singer, once sang Pushkin's poems.
1, full text
Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может,
В душе моей угасла не совсем;
Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит;
Я не хочу печалить вас ничем.
Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,
То робостью, то ревностью томим;
Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно,
Как дай вам бог любимой быть другим.
2. Translation
I once loved you: love, maybe.
Not completely dead in my opinion,
I hope it won't bother you again,
I don't want to upset you any more.
I once loved you in silence and despair,
I endured shyness and jealousy,
I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly,
God bless you,
Another person will love you as much as I do.
Fourth, "I would like to be a torrent"
I would like to be a torrent is a lyric poem written by Hungarian poet Petfi Sándor in 1847, dedicated to his lover. In the poem, a series of "I do" leads to unique images, repeatedly sings his loyalty and yearning for love and expresses his love for his lover. This poem caused a love poem craze among young people in China in the 20th century.
1, full text
Loennechen Fritz,
Hegyi folyam árja，
Ugart, Ki Dalabos
West Clark k? z？ TT Jarha ...
How are you? m
Kis halacska volna，
Habjaimban úszna f？ l s le
Wigan Ruby Korva.
Lennék vad erd？ a
Frickett aldrin,
Fergertger a
Halcott Kiaram ...
How are you? m
Kis madárka volna，
Bennem ütne fészket és ott
Garmon Dalona.
Rennecke varomradek
A black man,
Bús pusztulásomat
Venném csak k？ Enyedain ...
How are you? m
Outside the Republic,
Erni Los? ld karjaival
Homlokomra folyna。
Lennék kicsiny kunyhó
A rebuttal? Iqbal,
Es？ -Vagta Sabel.
Szalmaf？ Delemen ...
How are you? m
Bennem a t？ z volna，
t？ Jeremen Lassas Kan
Niajasan Lobona.
Rennecke Felho? Darab,
sszetépett za szló，
A vadontáj f? l？ telegraphic transfer
Farradane Megalo ...
How are you? m
Az alkonyat volna，
Búshalovány arcom k？ Ruhr
Pilosan Lagjona.
2. Translation
I'd rather be the rapids,
A river in the mountains,
On the rugged road,
Pass over the rocks ...
As long as my lover
This is a small fish,
In my waves
Swim around happily.
I'd rather be a barren forest,
On both sides of the river,
For a gust of wind,
fight bravely ...
As long as my lover
It's a bird,
In my dense
Make a nest and sing among the branches.
I would like to be a ruin,
On the steep rocks,
This silent destruction
Doesn't make me depressed. ...
As long as my lover
It's green ivy,
Along my desolate forehead,
Climb up intimately.
I'd rather make a cabin,
At the bottom of the ravine,
On the top of the hut
Be attacked by wind and rain ...
As long as my lover
Is a lovely flame,
In my stove,
Blink slowly and happily.
I want to be a cloud,
This is a broken gray flag.
In the vast sky,
Wandering around lazily,
As long as my lover
A coral sunset,
Beside my pale face,
Show a bright luster.
Verb (abbreviation for verb) ode to the west wind
Ode to the west wind is a poem by Shelley, an English romantic poet. The whole poem consists of five sections, which are always sung around the west wind as a symbol of revolutionary power.
1, original text
(1) Section 1
Ah, wild west wind, your breath of autumn,
You, the leaves disappear from before you can't see.
Being driven, like escaping from the ghost of a wizard,
Yellow, black, pale, excited red,
Plague-ridden crowd: Oh, you,
Who is riding in their dark and cold bed?
Winged seeds, they lie in cold and low places,
Every one is like a corpse in a grave until
Your blue coast will blow in spring.
Her horn blew the land of dreams, full of
(Drive sweet buds like sheep foraging in the air)
Plains and hills with vivid colors and smells:
Wild spirit, it is everywhere;
Destroyer and protector; Listen, oh, listen!
②. Section II
In the turmoil of the steep sky,
Loose clouds like the rotten leaves of the earth are falling off,
Shake down from the tangled branches of heaven and sea,
Angels of rain and lightning: there is spread
On your surging blue water,
Like bright hair raised from the head
Some fierce priestesses, even from the dim edge
The height from the horizon to the zenith,
The lock of the coming storm. You elegy
In this year that is about to pass, in this night that is about to end.
Will be the dome of a huge tomb,
Hold up with all your gathered strength.
Steam, solid atmosphere
Black rain, fire and hail will break out: Oh, listen!
(III) Section III
You wake up from a summer dream.
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Hypnotized by the coils of his crystal stream,
Next to a pumice island in Bahia Bay,
See ancient palaces and towers in my sleep.
Trembling in the rough day,
Covered with blue moss and flowers.
Such a sweet, vague feeling depicts them! you
Whose road is powered by the water level in the Atlantic Ocean?
Split yourself into an abyss, and below.
Sea flowers and muddy Woods are worn away.
Leaves without juice in the ocean, you know?
Your voice, the fear of suddenly turning gray,
Trembling and despair: Oh, listen!
④ The fourth quarter
If I am a dead leaf, you can bear it;
If I were a cloud, I would fly with you;
The waves breathe under your power, share.
The impulse of your strength, less freedom
Than you, oh, out of control! If even
I was in my teens, maybe.
Your partner roaming in heaven,
So, when do you exceed your taxiing speed?
Scarcity seems to be a vision; I will never work hard.
It's like praying with you when I need it most
Oh, lift me up like waves, leaves and clouds!
I fell on the thorns of life! I am bleeding!
The heavy weight of time has chains and bows.
A person like you: unruly, agile and proud.
(5) Section 5
Let me be your harp, just like the forest;
What if my leaf falls like its own!
The noise of your powerful harmony
From a deep, autumn tone,
Sweetness in sadness. You are a fierce soul,
My spirit! Be me, impulsive person!
Drive my dead thoughts into the universe
Just like withered leaves, it accelerates regeneration!
According to the spell in this section,
Scattered, as a fireplace that never goes out.
Ashes and sparks, my words in mankind!
Through my lips, to wake up the earth
The horn of prophecy! Oh, the wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind
2. Translation
(1) Section 1
Oh, the wild west wind, the breath of life in autumn,
You can't see, but you swept away the dead leaves.
Like the singing of the elves flying away from the mage,
Yellow, black, gray, red as tuberculosis,
People infected with the plague have fallen leaves and scattered: oh, it's you,
Drive the wing seeds.
On the bed in the dark winter, they just lie there,
Like a dead hole in the grave, cold, hidden and humble,
Until spring, your blue sister came to the sleeping earth.
Blow her big horn
(Like herding sheep, drive sweet buds into the air for food and water)
Let the mountains and plains be full of color and fragrance;
Wild spirit, you travel everywhere;
Destroyer and Protector: Listen, you listen!
②. Section II
Above your stream, there is a huge stream in the sky.
Clouds are like dead leaves on the ground,
Blown down by the west wind from the branches intertwined with the sky and the sea,
Be the messenger of rain and electricity: they will fall.
On the surface of your ethereal blue waves,
Like a crazy girl with fluttering hair flashing.
From the distant and blurred edge of the sky
Reaching the sky, swaying everywhere,
Curly hair wants a thunderstorm, for a dying year.
You sang Corona Herr and this dense night.
Will be the dome of a huge tomb,
Your strength is condensed in this.
That's your breath, and it will explode from it.
Black Rain, Hail and Flame: Oh, listen!
(III) Section III
It's you, you woke up the blue Mediterranean.
It's been sleeping all summer,
Hypnotized by the clear water,
On the pumice island in Baya Bay,
It dreamed of ancient palaces and pavilions.
Shaking in the waves reflected in the water sky,
They are all covered with moss and flowers.
What a charming smell! Oh, here you are.
Make way for the turbulent waves in the Atlantic Ocean.
Split yourself into two sides, but fall into the abyss.
Flowers and plants in the ocean and muddy forests
Although the branches and leaves are sparse, there is no energy.
Hearing your voice, they turned blue with fear.
Trembling and automatically contracting at the same time: Oh, listen!
④ The fourth quarter
If I were a fallen leaf, I would float with you;
If I were a floating cloud flying with you;
Or the waves that roll under your power
If I could have your keenness and drive.
Even if it's not as free as yours.
If I could dance like Feng Ling when I was a teenager.
I will be your partner and swim in the sky.
Because, at that time, if I wanted to chase you to the sky,
It seems that it is not a dream), and why did it fall into such a depression?
I beg you to save me.
Oh, lift me up like waves, leaves and clouds!
I fell on the thorns of life, I was bleeding!
This kind of life is suppressed by the heavy shackles of years.
I am like you: proud, agile and unruly.
(5) Section 5
Treat me like your harp, like a bush;
Although my leaves have fallen, what does it matter!
Your unusually harmonious generosity and excitement
Will be able to play a deep autumn rhyme with me from the forest,
Sweet and sad. Give me your quick energy,
Angry elves! Become me, borrow your edge!
Please scatter my dusty thoughts to the universe.
Let it give birth to new life like dead leaves!
Oh, please listen to this incantation poem.
Just put my heart, like ashes and mars.
Spread from the still burning fire to the world!
Let the trumpet of prophecy sound from my mouth.
Wake up the sleeping earth! Oh, west wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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