1, Qin Luo Yijia
Go, your beautiful scenery, your rose garden!
Let the rich darling wander in your eyes;
Give me back the cliff, where there is snow to sleep,
Although it remembers the trauma of freedom and love.
However, Caledonian, how magnificent your mountain is:
On the top of the snow-white mountain, although the sky is high and the wind is strong,
Although the waterfall is swift and there is no soothing spring,
I miss the dark Loquar period and sigh.
Oh, my little steps wander there every day,
I'm wearing a Scottish hat and a floral coat.
Meditate on some long-lost patriarchs,
Wandering on a path shaded by pine trees;
I stayed until sunset.
Instead, the shining Polaris,
Because the old story aroused my fantasy,
Ah, it's the spread of the dark mountain people in Loquenaka.
"Alas, the ghost of the dead! Your voice, isn't it?
Didn't you hear, rising in the rolling night wind? "
It must be the ghost of a hero, joy and noise,
Driving a long wind, galloping in the valley of his plateau!
Near Loguna, whenever clouds gather,
Dong Han is driving his scooter to the station:
The clouds there revolve around my ancestors,
They live in the darkness under the Losna storm.
"Unlucky people and brave people! Isn't there a bad omen
Your greatness was abandoned by fate? "
Well, even though you are destined to die in Clutton,
Your failure didn't win a cheering victory.
But you still sleep happily in the mud,
You and your people rest in peace in the cave of Brema Mountain;
Scottish bagpipes sing in the dark mountains.
Mount Lokwanaga resounds with your deeds.
Lokunaga, I've been away from you for years.
It will take too many teenagers before I can set foot on your land again!
Although nature doesn't decorate you with green fields and flowers,
You are more precious than the dull summer in England.
From the point of view of remote mountain wanderers, England,
Your beautiful scenery is too gentle and small,
How I yearn for the majestic and rugged cliffs,
Lokwa's gloomy and ominous ending.
2. Inscription in a signed album in Malta.
Like a cold tombstone.
The name of the deceased shocked passers-by,
When you turn to this page, my name
Will attract your thoughtful eyes.
Maybe one day, look at this list,
You will say my name silently,
Please remember me, like a dead man,
Believe that my heart is buried here.
Step 3 "exercise restraint"
As long as I restrain myself again, I will be free.
This burst of colic separated my heart;
I sigh for you and love for the last time,
I want to go back to my busy life.
I am satisfied with my present life, and I am good at muddling along.
Although all this has never made me like it;
Even if all the fun in the world disappears,
What sadness can make me sad again?
Bring me wine and give me a banquet.
People are not suitable for living alone;
I will be an unintentional prodigal son,
Laugh with everyone, not with others.
I'm not like this when I'm in a good mood,
If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have done it.
Gone, leaving me to live alone,
You become nothingness-everything has lost its meaning.
My harp wants to play and sing smartly!
A smile forced by "sadness"
Like a rose on a stone tomb,
It's just a mockery of hidden sadness.
Although I have happy friends who drink,
You can get rid of the grumbling for a while;
Although laughter can ignite crazy souls,
This heart-this heart is still lonely!
Many times, on a quiet and lonely night,
I stared at the sky in comfort,
Because I guess, the silver light of this heaven
Shine sweetly in your contemplative eyes;
Usually, when Cynthia is high above,
When I was sailing in the waves of the Aegean Sea,
I would think, "Sasha is looking at the bright moon"—
Ah, but it shines on her grave!
When I was tossing and turning in bed with illness and insomnia,
The high fever twitched my beating blood vessels,
"Sasha can't know my pain,"
I said weakly, "This is comfort."
As if a slave had been tortured all his life,
It's no use giving him freedom,
Kindness gave me life for nothing,
Because oh, Sasha is dead!
A symbolic gift from my Caesar,
When life and love are still bright!
Oh, how different you look now!
What a sad face time has given you!
The heart that promised to be with you,
Silence-alas, I wish my silence!
As cold as death,
But I still feel and hate the chill all over.
Evidence of your sour heart! Your sad watch!
Although sad, but stick it on my chest!
Keep that love, make it single-minded,
Otherwise it will tear your persistent heart.
Time can only cool down, but it cannot move love.
Love will be more sacred because of despair;
Oh, how is it possible to have thousands of active hearts?
Than this love for the dead?
4. Yong Xi Yong
The eternal ghost of your powerful soul!
Freedom, you are the brightest in the dungeon!
Because you live in people's hearts—
That heart, it only obeys the love for you;
When your followers are shackled,
Sacrifice in a dark dungeon,
Because of this, their motherland is respected,
The fame of freedom spreads with every gust of wind.
Sion. Your prison has become a sacred place,
Your gloomy ground has become an altar,
Because Bernival is walking around there
Leave a deep mark, like your cold slate.
It's grass soil! Don't erase that footprint.
Because it turned to God for help under tyranny.
5. "There is no freedom to fight for it in this country."
Since this country has no freedom to fight for it,
Fight for the freedom of neighboring countries!
Concerned about the honor of Greece and Rome,
Be beheaded for this!
It is a heroic achievement for the benefit of mankind.
The rewards are usually equally generous,
Fight for freedom, anywhere!
Shoot, hang, or be sealed!