The little teacher of rebirth

Holding a pillow, Zhou Mengxi nestled on the sofa and cast a glance at Guan Zhongzhi: "I'll go, this heroine is a bit pretty. Isn't it!"

Guan Zhongzhi was eating a handful of fried peanuts: "Nonsense. She is not pretty and can be the heroine?"

Zhou Mengxi curled her lips: "But in the end she and the male lead were still not together, you see. If you ask me, this male lead is an idiot. I met you after many years, and you have been thinking about it for so long. Go up and ask, goddess, Are you married or not? Tell me. Without my hard work, I would be so determined to give up. But look at him. Tsk."

Guan Zhongzhi shook his head: "He may think that the heroine has changed, her reputation is already very bad, and the hero once accidentally bumped into her at a banquet and had an affair with a married man, he still has a bit of dignity, no Post it, but he has never let go of the heroine he met when he was a teenager. Oh, this is very good, look at the long poem that appears at the end."

Zhou Mengxi watched carefully.

"When We Two Parted

by George Gordon Byron

When we two parted

Insilence and tears,

Halfbroken-hearted

……

Thyspirit receive

If Should Meet Thee

After long years,

How should I greet thee--

With silence and tears."

Zhou Mengxi paused to read the poem, "When we separated? Byron wrote it." He murmured softly, "When our hearts are broken, we part in silence and tears..."

Guan Zhongzhi continued: "I once recited Mr. Cha's translation of this poem, which is as follows:

"Want to break up with us before"

I wish we had parted ways before,

Weeping silently,

Foreboding years of isolation,

We can't help but be heartbroken;

Your face is cold and pale,

Your kisses are more icy,

Oh, that moment was the harbinger

My grief today.

The morning dew condensed,

chilled my brow,

it feels like

A warning to me at this moment.

Your vows are all broken,

You act so frivolously:

People mention your name,

I was also humiliated to hear that.

They speak of you in my presence,

A sound like a death knell;

My whole body shuddered—

Why do I love you so much?

No one knows that I know you well,

Oh, too familiar -

......

If many years later,

We met again by chance,

How am I going to greet you?

Only with tears in my eyes, I was silent. "

"It's very emotional. But I still like this translation of the last few sentences: After many years, if we meet again, how should I greet you?"

——“With silence, with tears.”

Guan Zhongzhi nodded: "After watching the movie, I kind of understand what is in the sentence How should I greet you, the emotions are quite complicated."

Zhou Mengxi was silent for a while, then smiled: "You also like to read poetry? Is there anything you like in particular?"

Guan Zhongzhi thought for a while and replied: "I like Gu Cheng's obscure poems. I have read a lot and memorized a lot. In the west, Pushkin's poetry anthology. In his poems, the emotion is very hot and straightforward, and it is rare to have a sense of imagery." , many verses are very touching.”

Zhou Mengxi had the feeling of meeting a fellow friend, so he couldn't help moving a little closer to Guan Zhongzhi.

"Haha, I like Pushkin too. Mu Xin, his little poems are also very good. Have you read them? I also like some poems by Borges, a little poem by Shakespeare called How Can I Put You Comparing it to summer? It should be these few sentences that impressed me the most.

How can I compare you to summer?

The eye of heaven sometimes shines too fiercely, and its radiant countenance is often veiled,

No beauty does not at last wither or perish,

But your long summer will never wither. "

Zhou Mengxi finished speaking in one breath without panting.The two couldn't help but looked at each other and smiled.

"Wait, I'll take out my excerpt." Guan Zhongzhi entered the bedroom.

The two chattered all afternoon, Zhou Mengxi still had more to say, but Guan Zhongzhi had no choice but to make an agreement with him to exchange a poem he liked every morning, and Zhou Mengxi reluctantly returned home with his schoolbag on his back.

Even after a long time later, Zhou Mengxi has forgotten what they said in the afternoon, but he still feels joy when he thinks of that conversation, and feels that there is only one word to describe it.

——We had a good conversation.