This sentence comes from the Irish poet Ye Zhi's Down the Mountain, which is also his epitaph. The following is a poem: swear by what the sages said around Lake Mariot, the witnesses of Atlas knew, said and let the rooster crow. Swear to those knights, swear to those women who prove that they are superman, swear to those who are pale and old-faced, and their passion has won immortality and integrity; Now they are riding the scene set by Ben Bourbon, at the cold dawn. This is the main point of their meaning. Many times, human beings live and die between the two extremes of race and soul, and ancient Ireland knows all about it. No matter whether a person dies in bed or is shot to death, a short separation from relatives is the thing that a person fears most. Although the grave diggers have a long hard work, their shovels are sharp and their muscles are strong. They just put the people they buried back in people's minds. You, Mitchell's prayer is heard, "Lord, send war in our time!" You know, when all the words have been said, when a person is fighting crazily, something falls out of his long-term blind eyes, and he completes part of his thoughts, and instantly relaxes and laughs, and his heart is calm. Even the cleverest person will become nervous because of some kind of violence before completing his fate, knowing his job or choosing a partner. Poets and sculptors, work, and don't let fashionable painters escape what their great ancestors did. Bring man's soul before God and fill his cradle. Measurement began our strength: a naked Egyptian thought was formed, and phidias's gentle works were formed. Michelangelo left evidence on the roof of the Sistine Chapel that Adam, who was half asleep, could disturb a lady traveling around the world until her intestines were burning, which proved that there was a purpose before the secret working brain: to desecrate human perfection. Quattrosento painted in the background, depicting a garden of gods or saints that relaxed the soul; There, everything you see, such as flowers, grass and cloudless sky in Wan Li, looks like a sleeping person who is still dreaming after waking up. When it disappeared, leaving only beds and bedsteads, the sky opened. Swirl operation; When that great dream was shattered, calvert and Wilson, Blake and Claude, in Palmer's words, prepared a resting place for God's people, but after that, our thoughts fell into chaos. V. Irish poet, earn your trade, sing what is good, and despise those people who are now deformed from head to toe. The hearts and heads they don't remember are the products of meanness. Singing farmers, then squire riding a horse, the holiness of monks, and the dissolute laughter of people who drink port wine; Singing the nobles and ladies who have been smashed into mud after seven heroic centuries; Think of other days, let us remain indomitable Ireland in the future. Ye Zhi is buried under the bald head of Ben Bourbon in the cemetery of Cliff Church in Drum. A long time ago, an ancestor was the rector here. There was a church nearby and an ancient cross on the roadside. No marble, no traditional phrases; On the limestone mined near the site under his orders, the words: cast a cold eye on life and death. Knight, get over there! At the foot of the Mid-Mountain 1 Everything you say to the sage revolves around the Mariotik light wave that Atlas witches really know. Say it and the cock crows. With those knights and women-their size and skin color have proved that they are really superhuman, they swear that their pale and slender partners will always be full of vitality and win the integrity of their passion; At the moment, they are flying at dawn in winter, and behind them is the scenery of Benbourben Mountain. These are the main points they want to say. Many times, a person dies, and a person lives in his own two afterlife, the afterlife of the nation and the afterlife of the soul. Old Ireland is familiar with all this. No matter whether a person dies in bed or is shot to death, temporary separation from relatives is what everyone fears most. Grave diggers have long working hours, sharp shovels and strong muscles, but they only push the buried people back to the human mind. You have heard Mitchell's prayer: "Lord, closing our times has brought war!" " "You know, when all the words are said, and a person is fighting crazily, what falls from his blind eyes, he has finished his incomplete thinking. So he stood quietly for a while, laughing loudly, and his heart was quiet. Even the smartest people always feel so nervous because of some kind of violence before they realize their mission, know their job and choose their partner. Poets and sculptors, do your job well, don't let that fashionable painter blindly hide what his great ancestors did, bring the human soul to God, and let him fill the cradle correctly. Measurement began our strength-the typical Egyptian view of shape, and the shape made by the gentle Phadias. On the roof of the Sistine Chapel, Michelangelo left a certificate; There, only Adam, who is half awake, can make women who travel all over the world panic. Finally, she was full of passion, which proved that she had a predetermined purpose. Before the idea of secret work appeared, human perfection was actually ordinary. /kloc-Italian masters in the 0/5th century always painted gardens when designing the background of God and saints, where the soul was quiet. Everything people saw, flowers, fragrant leather and cloudless sky in Wan Li, was like a sleeping person waking up and dreaming. The shapes they saw seemed to disappear, leaving only beds and bedsteads, and they still claimed that the door of heaven had been opened. Oh, a bigger dream has disappeared. Calvert and Wilson, Blake and Claude prepared a resting place for those who believe in God. It was Palmer's words, but after that, our thoughts were full of confusion and sadness. Irish poet, learn your major well, sing beautifully made things, and despise the mystery of losing appearance from head to toe and lacking memory in head and mind-simple products on a simple bed. Singing farmers, then country gentlemen galloping on horseback, the holiness of monks, imitating the laughter of people who drink bitter beer; Singing those joyful jazz and ladies is the most fundamental essence formed in the seven centuries of heroes; Let your mind think about other days so that we can still be invincible Irish in the future. Ye Zhi lies in the middle of Ramcliffe's graveyard at the foot of the bare Bunsen Mountain. An ancestor used to be the principal there. Many years ago, there was a church nearby, on the roadside, an ancient cross, no marble plaque, no rhetoric. On the limestone collected nearby, according to his instructions, these words are engraved: throw away the cold eyes of life and death, knight, go forward bravely!