Byron's is five songs.

The first chapter (excerpt) (looking for heroes) is new, but I suffer from no heroes to write.

Although in today's world, heroes emerge one after another;

Every year, every month, newspapers and periodicals are full of articles.

Later I found out that he was not a real hero;

So, I don't follow these things.

Want to tell our old friend Don Juan-

We have all seen his plays. He is short-lived.

It seems that the kid took it away before he was born. Two generations ago, Vernon, Wolff, Hawke and Kepe,

The executioners Cumberland, groome and other generals,

For better or worse, this matter has finally been talked about for some time.

Like Wesley today, the signboard has been marked with a name.

Ah, these famous slaves, those "sow cubs",

There are strutting, like the shadow of Emperor Banco;

Similarly, France has a Napoleon and Dummer,

It won the records of Herald and Wake Up the World. French, condorcet, brissot, Mirabaud,

Keywords Galeries Lafayette, Persson, Dandong, Mara, Barnave,

We know that they are all famous,

In addition, there are those that have not been forgotten, such as:

Joubert, Osh, Marsot, Rana, Desai, Moro,

There are many important military figures, which are difficult to describe.

There was a time when they were very, very lonely,

However, it doesn't suit my poem. Nelson was once the God of War in Great Britain.

Unfortunately, it didn't take long to change into a fashion;

Trafalgar is no longer mentioned,

It has been buried with our hero;

Because the reputation of the army is growing day by day,

Can people in the navy not be affected?

Besides, our prince only supports the army,

Forget about Hao, Duncan, Nelson and jervis. Five heroes, more than one Agamemnon,

There were also many great men before and after him.

Although the' hero' likes him, each has his own merits;

However, because there is no glory in the poem,

Forgotten by the world I don't mean to criticize,

But to be honest, there are really no people in this era.

Applicable to my poem (this is a chapter of new poetry),

So, like I said, I chose Don Juan. Chapter 1 (Excerpt) (Poet's Self-mockery) 2 13 But now, at the age of 30, I have lost all my hair.

Who knows what to do around forty?

I thought of wearing a wig the other day-)

My heart is aging faster; In short,

I wasted my summer in May,

Now I can't stand being refuted;

My life has lost interest,

Where is that invincible feeling? 2 14 oh, it's over, it's over, I don't have it in my heart anymore.

That fresh vitality, like dew in the morning,

It enables us to learn from all the lovely scenes.

Brew all kinds of fresh and beautiful feelings,

Like bees brewing honey, hidden in their hearts;

But do you think honey is getting richer and richer?

No, not a foreigner, but you.

Do you have the ability to multiply the charm of flowers? 2 15, alas, it's over, it's over-my soul,

You are no longer everything to me, my world!

I used to be full of energy, but now I put it aside.

You are no longer the source of my misfortune;

That illusion is gone forever: you are numb,

But it's not bad, because when you calm down,

I gained a lot of insights,

Although god knows how bitter it is. My dating days are over. No matter how charming:

Maidens, wives, not to mention widows,

Can't fascinate me as much as before-

In a word, my past life can't be repeated.

I have no illusions about spiritual harmony,

The binge drinking of red wine was also discouraged;

But for this kind old gentleman, there must be a hobby.

I think I'd better be greedy for money. 2 17 "Xiong Tu" used to be my idol, but it is already there.

The altar of "sadness" and "happiness" has been broken before;

These two gods left me many notes,

Enough for me to meditate in my spare time;

Now, like bacon's copper head, I have finished:

"Now, in the past, time is no longer"; Youth is precious,

But my precious youth has been used up in time:

Mind is spent on love, mind on rhyme. What is the reputation of 2 18? That's just

I don't know where to occupy a small corner,

Some people compare it to climbing a mountain peak.

Its top is also covered with clouds;

For this reason, people talk, write and preach,

Heroes fight, poets "hold night candles",

So when I turn to dust, I can boast.

A name, a bad photo, an even worse statue. 2 19 What are people's hopes? King of ancient Egypt

Hops built the first pyramid,

For his reputation and his mummy.

Immortality, this tower is the tallest,

But he didn't expect that his tomb was stolen.

There is not even a little ash left in the coffin.

Alas, it can be seen that whether you or I,

Why build a monument and pin your hopes on it? However, because my philosophy has always been poor,

I often masturbate and say, "Alas, life is like a blink of an eye.

This body is mud, which is harvested by death at will;

Your youth is finally unhappy,

Even if you can live again as you wish,

It will pass-so, sir, be grateful.

Your star; Everything is not too bad at last:

Read your Bible and watch your wallet. "The second chapter (excerpt)

Haidai

As I said, her hair is brown,

But her eyes are as black as death,

Eyelashes are also black, curved like velvet,

But it contains infinite charm; Because when the moonlight

Flash out of the dark edge,

Even a fast arrow has no such power:

Like a coiled snake suddenly straightening out,

Go all out to throw its venom at people. 183. This is the cool time of the day.

A red sun is sinking into the blue mountain peak,

Nature is silent, dark and still.

As if the whole world were melting in it;

On one side of them is a calm and cool sea,

On one side is a distant mountain, which bends like a crescent moon.

There is only one star in the rosy sky,

It flashes, much like an eye. In this way, they walked forward arm in arm,

Stepping on shells and colorful gravel,

Sometimes walking across the flat and hard beach,

Sometimes I walk into years of wind and rain erosion.

The caves formed seem to be carefully arranged,

There is a hall, a beam roof and a bedroom;

They rested side by side and snuggled up with one arm.

Ah, the purple sunset intoxicated them. 185 They looked up at the sky, burning clouds.

Like a crimson ocean, vast and bright,

They looked down at the sparkling sea,

A full moon is rising from the sea,

They listened to the beating of the waves and the breeze.

They also see the amorous sight.

Shining on each other's hearts from their black eyes,

So my lips touched and I received a kiss from honey. Ah, a long kiss is love and youth.

And beautiful, they all go all out,

It's like sunlight is concentrated in one focus,

This kind of kiss can only be kissed when you are young;

At that time, soul, heart and senses sang in harmony.

Blood is magma, pulse is flame, every caress,

Every kiss will shake the heart: this power.

I think it must be measured by its length. When I say length, I mean time; They kissed.

God knows how long it will take! -of course they didn't calculate;

Even if it's done, I'm afraid it won't work out.

What a rich aesthetic feeling a second;

Nobody talks, but they feel attracted to each other.

As if the soul and lips were calling each other,

Once they meet, like bees stuck together,

Their hearts are flowers, making honey outward. 1888, they are far away from the world, but not like in a cubicle.

The feeling that a person feels lonely,

The sea is silent and the stars shine on the bay.

The red sunset is getting darker and darker.

Quiet sand and stones around, dripping caves,

Let them can't help but snuggle closer;

It seems that there is no life under the whole world,

Only the two of them, they will live forever. 1899, on that desolate beach, they were not afraid.

Eyes and ears to spy, no night terrors;

They have enough for each other. There are not many languages,

Only a few words are intermittent, but I have vomited;

Ah, all the warm words of enthusiastic teaching

How can you express it with a sigh?

The mystery of nature-first love, this revelation.

This is Eve's gift to her offspring. 1900, Hyde did not worry or ask for an oath.

I don't curse myself because she hasn't heard of it.

Girls in love will be cheated,

Or there must be a variety of commitments to combine;

She is as pure and ignorant as a bird.

Only when you run to the other half can you be happy.

Never thought about changing my mind halfway,

So I didn't say a word about loyalty. She loved and was loved; She worships,

They are also worshipped: they are natural,

Let the passionate souls pour into each other,

If the soul can die, it will die of enthusiasm!

But their reason is gradually waking up,

However, it rekindled feelings and sank again;

Hyde pressed her pounding heart on his chest,

It seems that it can never be separated from its beating. Oh, they are so young and beautiful.

So lonely, so cute, so helpless,

At that moment, the mind is always the richest.

None of them has the ability to control it,

So he committed a crime that he could not escape after death,

The eternal fire of hell will be punished.

This moment of happiness, everyone wants to pay.

Whether you are happy or miserable with each other, you will suffer this crime. They look at each other, their eyes.

Shining in the moonlight; With her snow-white arms

He held Don Juan's head and hugged her.

His hand was half buried in the braid he was holding;

She sat on his lap and listened to his sigh.

He drank her, too, until he was out of breath,

In this way, they formed a group of statues,

With ancient Greek flavor, half-naked love. 1995 The passionate moment has passed.

Don Juan fell asleep in her arms,

She didn't sleep, but she was gentle and firm.

Dedicate the beauty of her breasts to his pillow;

Her eyes sometimes look up at him,

Pale cheeks were warmed by her chest,

Oh, how happy her broad heart is,

Everything I have given and will give. 1977, because he slept so quietly and so cute,

He has been with us all his life.

He is so gentle, quiet and weak,

Not realizing the happiness he gave,

What he experienced, confirmed, and imposed on others.

Has been widely sunk, blurred and difficult to track,

This is what you love, charming and full of fallacies,

Just like death, it doesn't give people the horror of death. 1998, the girl looked at her lover, at that moment.

Love, the night and the sea are all the loneliest.

They injected loneliness into her soul;

Oh, with this sandstone and rough rock wall,

She and her long-suffering lover

Build a love nest, away from everything in the world,

The stars in space look at the world,

I can't find anything more pleasing than her face. Hyde is a companion of nature and doesn't understand all this.

Hyde was born with passion, in her hometown.

The sun is three times brighter and scorching people.

Even its white-eyed daughter kissed people very hot;

She only lived in born to love and was born to be chosen.

A lover who has a heart,

She doesn't care about other things; Heaven, hell,

It has nothing to do with her: her heart only beats here! Oh, enthusiasm! Atrial throb!

What a sacrifice we have to pay for this!

But the cause and effect of heartbeat is fascinating,

Call to monitor its "wisdom" had to act:

Read the beautiful truth in a hurry,

Thereby depriving the magic of "joy"; Conscience is the same:

It tries to explain the motto of kindness to us,

It's very kind of you-it's a pity that Cathy didn't come to collect the donation. Well, in this desolate seaside, their hearts

Engaged, and stars, wedding torch.

Make this beautiful couple more beautiful,

The sea is a witness, the cave is a wedding bed,

Emotion makes them marry, loneliness is a priest-

So they got married; Under this rock wall,

In their view, this is a happy paradise.

They looked at each other like angels. According to Plato, this is a beautiful feeling.

It's the delicate spread of the senses,

It is purely spiritual, vast and magical.

Since the starry sky landed, it has been full of heaven and earth;

Without it, life would be too boring.

In short, with your own eyes,

Add one or two small feelings to show that

The body was originally made of flammable soil. Heart is like the sky, and it is a part of the sky.

It also alternates day and night, just like the sky,

Sometimes there are dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

It will also wreak havoc and become dim;

But once burned, punctured, torn,

Evil clouds will turn into rain and die;

Tears condense from eyes,

This is the English weather in our life. Chapter III (Excerpt) Mourning Greece-the Greek Islands, the beautiful Greek Islands!

The fiery Sappho sang a love song here;

Here, the art of war and peace coexist,

With the rise of Delos, Apollo jumped out of the sea!

The eternal summer also plated the island with gold,

But everything is depressing except the sun. Dior's muse, Dior's muse,

Hero's harp, lover's pipa,

Initially won a reputation on your coast,

Now I am dumb in this birthplace;

Oh, that song has spread all over the west.

Far beyond the "island paradise" of your ancestors. Three rolling hills watching the marathon-

Marathon to see the vast waves;

I meditated there alone for a quarter of an hour,

Dreaming that Greece is still free and happy;

Because, when I stand on the grave of Persia,

I can't imagine being a slave. Fourth, a king sat high on the top of a stone mountain.

Watching salami stand overseas;

Thousands of ships docked at the foot of the mountain,

How many teams does he command!

He counted at dawn,

But where were they at sunset? Well, where are they now? And you,

My country? In land of silence,

Ode to Heroes is now silent-

The hero's heart is no longer stirring!

Are you always a solemn harp,

How can you play in my hands? Sixth, in a slave country,

Although all the honors are declining,

At least, a patriot's concern,

It also makes me blush when writing songs;

Because, what can a poet do here?

Shame on the Greeks, tears for the Greek country. Do we have to cry as time goes by?

And shame? -Our ancestors bled.

Earth! Put the spartan bones

Send some back from your arms!

Even if you give us three of the 300 warriors,

Bring Demebilly's battle of death back to life! Eight what, still silent? All is silent?

Don't! Listen to the ancient soul.

As noisy as a waterfall in the distance,

They replied, "As long as there is one living person.

Come as soon as we shout, we will come! "

Hey! It's just that the living ignore it. Forget it, forget it; Try another tone:

Fill a glass of Samos' wine!

Leave the war to the Turkish barbarians,

Get out of the way, the blood of Austrian grapes is flowing!

Listen to how enthusiastic every alcoholic is.

Answer this shameful phone call! 10. You still have Pirich's dancing skills.

But where is Pirich's phalanx?

These are two lessons. Why remember only one?

And forget the noble and strong lessons?

Cadmus made fonts for you—

Did he teach it to slaves? Fill Samos' wine glass by glass!

In that case, let's put the topic aside!

This wine has been used to make wine.

Send as a hymn; Yes, he succumbed to

Boris, a tyrant,

But this tyrant is at least our country. The tyrant of Sonisas.

Is the most loyal friend of freedom;

The tyrant Miltiades is still famous today!

Oh, I wish we could have it now.

The tyrant is as shrewd as he is,

He will unite us against bullying! One or three glasses of Samos!

On the rocks in Suri, on the shore of Baja,

A brave descendant of a nation,

Not the kui is the mother of Sparta;

There, perhaps the seeds have spread,

This is a true biography of Hercules' bloodline. 14. Don't rely on westerners for the cause of freedom.

They have a king who does business;

Local swords, local soldiers,

Is the only hope of charging;

But the strength of Turkey, the deception of Latin,

In the meeting, your shield was pierced by outside cooperation. One or five glasses of Samos!

Our girls are dancing in the shade-

I saw their black eyes shining,

But, looking at every smart girl,

My eyes were fascinated by tears,

Are these breasts to be fed to slaves? Let me climb the cliff in Sunia,

There, just me and the waves.

You can hear each other whispering,

Let me die like a swan;

I don't want the slave country to belong to me-

Why don't you break the Samos glass?

Any paragraph is a song.