求英语高手帮忙翻译文章...意思差不多就行,押韵什么的都是浮云。
当我登上那古老的城墙,当我抚摸着腐朽的柱梁,当我兴奋的倚栏远望,总会有一丝酸涩冲上喉头,总听到有一个声音大声的说:记得吗?你的祖先名叫炎黄。有人跟我说,曾经有一条大鱼,生...
当我登上那古老的城墙,当我抚摸着腐朽的柱梁,当我兴奋的倚栏远望,总会有一丝酸涩冲上喉头,总听到有一个声音大声的说:记得吗?你的祖先名叫炎黄。
有人跟我说,曾经有一条大鱼,生活在北冥那个地方,它化作一只巨鸟,在天地之间翱翔。巨鸟有如垂天之云般的翅膀,虽九万里亦可扶摇直上。圣贤赋予我们可以囊括天宇的胸襟,为我们塑造一个博大恢弘的殿堂。
那时候,有个怪异的青年名叫嵇康,他临刑前,弹奏了一曲绝响,那宽袍博带在风中飞扬,他用了最优雅的姿态面对死亡。几千年过去,依旧有余音绕梁,只是他不知道,真正断绝的不是曲谱,而是他的傲骨,乃至他身上的衣裳。
我也曾梦回大唐,和一个叫李白的诗人云游四方,他用来下酒的是剑锋上的寒光,他的情人是空中的月亮。我曾见他在月下徘徊、高歌吟唱,长风吹开他的发带,长袍飘逸宛如仙人模样。
可是后来换了帝王,他用一杯酒捧起了文人,摒弃了武将。他的子孙最终躲进了人间天堂,把大片的土地拱手相让。然而在寒冷的北方,正有一支军队征战沙场,敌人都说,有岳家军在,我们打不了胜仗。可叹英雄遭忌,谗士高张,一缕忠魂终于消散在西湖之傍,一个民族的精神就这么无可逆转的消亡。然而血色夕阳中,我依稀见到,有人把它插进土壤,那是将军用过的,一支宁折不弯的缨枪。
时间的车轮悠悠荡荡,终于在甲申那里失了方向。于是瘦西湖畔,梅花岭上,为纪念这个悲剧建起一座祠堂。那个叫史可法的文弱书生,他不愿散开高束的发髻,更不能脱去祖先留给他的衣裳,于是他决定与城共存共亡,丢了性命,护了信仰。残酷的杀戮,如山的尸骨,并不能把民族的精神埋葬,有人相信,千百年后,它依然会在中华大地上熠熠发光。
就在千百年后的今天,我坐进麦当劳的厅堂,我穿起古奇牌的时装,我随口唱着myheartwillgoon,却莫名其妙的心伤,因为我听到一个声音大声的说:忘了吗?你的祖先名叫炎黄。
我记得了,一群褐发篮眼的豺狼,带着尖船利炮,拆了我们的庙宇,毁了我们的殿堂。于是百年之后的今天——
我们懂得民主自由,却忘了伦理纲常,我们拥有音乐神童,却不识角徵宫商,我们能建起高楼大厦,却容不下一块公德牌坊,我们穿着西服革履,却没了自己的衣裳。
在哪里,那个礼仪之邦?在哪里,我的汉家儿郎?
为什么我穿起最美丽的衣衫,你却说我行为异常?为什么我倍加珍惜的汉装,你竟说它属于扶桑?为什么我真诚的告白,你总当它是笑话一场?为什么我淌下的热泪,丝毫都打动不了你的铁石心肠?
在哪里,那个信义之乡?在哪里,我的汉家儿郎?
我不愿为此痛断肝肠,不愿祖先的智慧无人叹赏,不愿我华夏衣冠倒靠日本人去宣扬。所以,我总有一个渴望,有一天,我们可以拾起自己的文化,撑起民族的脊梁。
记住吧,记住吧,曾经有一个时代叫汉唐,曾经有一条河流叫长江,曾经有一对图腾叫龙凤,曾经有一件羽衣——名叫霓裳! 展开
有人跟我说,曾经有一条大鱼,生活在北冥那个地方,它化作一只巨鸟,在天地之间翱翔。巨鸟有如垂天之云般的翅膀,虽九万里亦可扶摇直上。圣贤赋予我们可以囊括天宇的胸襟,为我们塑造一个博大恢弘的殿堂。
那时候,有个怪异的青年名叫嵇康,他临刑前,弹奏了一曲绝响,那宽袍博带在风中飞扬,他用了最优雅的姿态面对死亡。几千年过去,依旧有余音绕梁,只是他不知道,真正断绝的不是曲谱,而是他的傲骨,乃至他身上的衣裳。
我也曾梦回大唐,和一个叫李白的诗人云游四方,他用来下酒的是剑锋上的寒光,他的情人是空中的月亮。我曾见他在月下徘徊、高歌吟唱,长风吹开他的发带,长袍飘逸宛如仙人模样。
可是后来换了帝王,他用一杯酒捧起了文人,摒弃了武将。他的子孙最终躲进了人间天堂,把大片的土地拱手相让。然而在寒冷的北方,正有一支军队征战沙场,敌人都说,有岳家军在,我们打不了胜仗。可叹英雄遭忌,谗士高张,一缕忠魂终于消散在西湖之傍,一个民族的精神就这么无可逆转的消亡。然而血色夕阳中,我依稀见到,有人把它插进土壤,那是将军用过的,一支宁折不弯的缨枪。
时间的车轮悠悠荡荡,终于在甲申那里失了方向。于是瘦西湖畔,梅花岭上,为纪念这个悲剧建起一座祠堂。那个叫史可法的文弱书生,他不愿散开高束的发髻,更不能脱去祖先留给他的衣裳,于是他决定与城共存共亡,丢了性命,护了信仰。残酷的杀戮,如山的尸骨,并不能把民族的精神埋葬,有人相信,千百年后,它依然会在中华大地上熠熠发光。
就在千百年后的今天,我坐进麦当劳的厅堂,我穿起古奇牌的时装,我随口唱着myheartwillgoon,却莫名其妙的心伤,因为我听到一个声音大声的说:忘了吗?你的祖先名叫炎黄。
我记得了,一群褐发篮眼的豺狼,带着尖船利炮,拆了我们的庙宇,毁了我们的殿堂。于是百年之后的今天——
我们懂得民主自由,却忘了伦理纲常,我们拥有音乐神童,却不识角徵宫商,我们能建起高楼大厦,却容不下一块公德牌坊,我们穿着西服革履,却没了自己的衣裳。
在哪里,那个礼仪之邦?在哪里,我的汉家儿郎?
为什么我穿起最美丽的衣衫,你却说我行为异常?为什么我倍加珍惜的汉装,你竟说它属于扶桑?为什么我真诚的告白,你总当它是笑话一场?为什么我淌下的热泪,丝毫都打动不了你的铁石心肠?
在哪里,那个信义之乡?在哪里,我的汉家儿郎?
我不愿为此痛断肝肠,不愿祖先的智慧无人叹赏,不愿我华夏衣冠倒靠日本人去宣扬。所以,我总有一个渴望,有一天,我们可以拾起自己的文化,撑起民族的脊梁。
记住吧,记住吧,曾经有一个时代叫汉唐,曾经有一条河流叫长江,曾经有一对图腾叫龙凤,曾经有一件羽衣——名叫霓裳! 展开
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When I mounted the ancient walls, and when I touched decaying beam, when I excited lean on bar which will always have a sour se rushed into the throat, always hear a sound loudly of say: remember? Your ancestors Chinese name.
Someone told me, there was a big fish, live in the north that place, it into a giant birds, between earth and sky. Bird is like clouds hang down the wings, although nine miles can also soared. Which we can include sages tianyu's mind, as we build an expansive and grand temple.
The time, a strange youth named ji kang's, he before the execution, played a carved piece, the wide robe bo take flying in the wind, he spent the most elegant attitude in death. Thousands of years in the past, there are still lingering, but he didn't know, cut off is not always true, but his pride, and his body of clothing.
I have MengHui datang, and a poet li bai is the authority the four winds, he used to wine is on the edge of the vulgar, his lover is the air of the moon. I have seen him in the next month wandering, sing sing, changfeng blow to open his hair ribbon, robes elegant appearance like immortals.
But later in the emperor, he lifted a cup of wine the literati, slam the door still. His sons finally hide into the heaven on earth, the large land with both hands.and reaching. However, in the cold northern, there are an army in the battlefield, the enemy all say, have YueGuJun in, we play the battle. How was the hero avoid, chan and high zhang, a wisp of west lake ZhongHun finally shattered in the waterfront, a spirit of the nation so is a reversal of the die. However color in the sunset, I seemed to see, someone put it into the soil, that's the general used, a spirit altogether unbending with a gun.
The wheel of time monkey around, and finally in the JiaShen there lost direction. So on the lake, the plum flower fantastic, to mark this tragedy built up a ancestral temple. That ShiKeFa weak of intellectual scholar, he did not want to be spread out of high chignon, more can't take off the clothes of the ancestors left him, so he decided to and city together with wu, lost his life, protect the faith. The cruelty of slaughter, a mountain of bones, and not the spirit of the nation buried, some believe, after one thousand years, it will still be at the glittering on the earth.
In today, one thousand years later, I got into a McDonald's hall, I wear the gucci brand fashion, I freely singing myheartwillgoon, but the puzzling heartache, because I hear a voice loudly of say: forget? Your ancestors Chinese name.
I remember, a group of brown hair basket wolves of the eye, with pointed the gun ship, and our temple, ruined our halls. And one hundred years later today--
We know the democratic liberty, but forget to ethics GangChang, we have music child prodigy, but does not know Angle of palace company, we can build a tall building, but not contain a piece of morality arch, we change of wearing a suit, but not their clothes.
Where, the formal state? Where, I the han play?
Why do I wear the most beautiful clothes, but you said I unusual behavior? Why do I great value han outfit, you have said it belongs to fu? Why do I sincerely white, you always when it is a joke? Why I was to the next hot tears, aren not you move the hardness of heart?
Where, the hometown of faith? Where, I the han play?
I don't want to break the pain GanChang, do not wish to ancestral wisdom no one TanShang, don't let me down in China by the Japanese to proclaim. So, I always have a desire, one day, we can pick up their own culture, supporting the nation's back.
Remember it, remember it, once a time that tang, there was a river called the Yangtze river, there was a pair of totem that dragon, there was a clothes-called neon!!!!!
Someone told me, there was a big fish, live in the north that place, it into a giant birds, between earth and sky. Bird is like clouds hang down the wings, although nine miles can also soared. Which we can include sages tianyu's mind, as we build an expansive and grand temple.
The time, a strange youth named ji kang's, he before the execution, played a carved piece, the wide robe bo take flying in the wind, he spent the most elegant attitude in death. Thousands of years in the past, there are still lingering, but he didn't know, cut off is not always true, but his pride, and his body of clothing.
I have MengHui datang, and a poet li bai is the authority the four winds, he used to wine is on the edge of the vulgar, his lover is the air of the moon. I have seen him in the next month wandering, sing sing, changfeng blow to open his hair ribbon, robes elegant appearance like immortals.
But later in the emperor, he lifted a cup of wine the literati, slam the door still. His sons finally hide into the heaven on earth, the large land with both hands.and reaching. However, in the cold northern, there are an army in the battlefield, the enemy all say, have YueGuJun in, we play the battle. How was the hero avoid, chan and high zhang, a wisp of west lake ZhongHun finally shattered in the waterfront, a spirit of the nation so is a reversal of the die. However color in the sunset, I seemed to see, someone put it into the soil, that's the general used, a spirit altogether unbending with a gun.
The wheel of time monkey around, and finally in the JiaShen there lost direction. So on the lake, the plum flower fantastic, to mark this tragedy built up a ancestral temple. That ShiKeFa weak of intellectual scholar, he did not want to be spread out of high chignon, more can't take off the clothes of the ancestors left him, so he decided to and city together with wu, lost his life, protect the faith. The cruelty of slaughter, a mountain of bones, and not the spirit of the nation buried, some believe, after one thousand years, it will still be at the glittering on the earth.
In today, one thousand years later, I got into a McDonald's hall, I wear the gucci brand fashion, I freely singing myheartwillgoon, but the puzzling heartache, because I hear a voice loudly of say: forget? Your ancestors Chinese name.
I remember, a group of brown hair basket wolves of the eye, with pointed the gun ship, and our temple, ruined our halls. And one hundred years later today--
We know the democratic liberty, but forget to ethics GangChang, we have music child prodigy, but does not know Angle of palace company, we can build a tall building, but not contain a piece of morality arch, we change of wearing a suit, but not their clothes.
Where, the formal state? Where, I the han play?
Why do I wear the most beautiful clothes, but you said I unusual behavior? Why do I great value han outfit, you have said it belongs to fu? Why do I sincerely white, you always when it is a joke? Why I was to the next hot tears, aren not you move the hardness of heart?
Where, the hometown of faith? Where, I the han play?
I don't want to break the pain GanChang, do not wish to ancestral wisdom no one TanShang, don't let me down in China by the Japanese to proclaim. So, I always have a desire, one day, we can pick up their own culture, supporting the nation's back.
Remember it, remember it, once a time that tang, there was a river called the Yangtze river, there was a pair of totem that dragon, there was a clothes-called neon!!!!!
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