To Autumn
I.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
II.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
III.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
我的“自白”书
任脚下响着沉重的铁镣,
任你把皮鞭举得高高,
我不需要什么“自白”,
哪怕胸口对着带血的刺刀!
人,不能低下高贵的头,
只有怕死鬼才乞求“自由”;
毒刑拷打算得了什么?
死亡也无法叫我开口!
对着死亡我放声大笑,
魔鬼的宫殿在笑声中动摇;
这就是我——一个共产党员的“自白”,
高唱凯歌埋葬蒋家王朝!
On the Grasshopper and the Cricket(蝈蝈与蛐蛐) 立即阅读
On the Grasshopper and the Cricket John Keats
The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead
In summer luxury, he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket’s song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper’s among some grassy hills.
把牢底坐穿
为了免除下一代的苦难,我们愿——
愿把这牢底坐穿!
我们是天生的叛逆者,我们要把这颠倒的乾坤扭转!
我们要把这不合理的一切打翻!
今天,我们坐牢了,坐牢又有什么稀罕?
为了免除下一代的苦难,我们愿——
愿把这牢底坐穿!
浣溪沙·徐门石潭谢雨道上作五首·其二
旋抹红妆看使君,三三五五棘篱门。相挨踏破茜罗裙。
老幼扶携收麦社,乌鸢翔舞赛神村。道逢醉叟卧黄昏。
晓出净慈寺送林子方二首·其一
出得西湖月尚残,荷花荡里柳行间。
红香世界清凉国,行了南山却北山。
满江红
怒发冲冠,凭阑处、潇潇雨歇。抬望眼,仰天长啸,壮怀激烈。三十功名尘与土,八千里路云和月。莫等闲、白了少年头,空悲切。
靖康耻,犹未雪。臣子恨,何时灭。驾长车,踏破贺兰山缺。壮志饥餐胡虏肉,笑谈渴饮匈奴血。待从头、收拾旧山河,朝天阙。
浣溪沙·徐门石潭谢雨道上作五首·其三
麻叶层层檾叶光,谁家煮茧一村香。隔篱娇语络丝娘。
垂白杖藜抬醉眼,捋青捣麨软饥肠。问言豆叶几时黄。