The curfew sounded the death knell of parting.

The bell rang in waves at night, mourning for the day.

Cleisthenes's herds move slowly on the grassland.

The cattle circled the grassland. Roars came and went.

The farmer trudged home tired.

The farmer is tired. Go home. Stumbling.

Leave the world to darkness and me.

Leave the whole world to dusk and me.

Now, the flashing scenery has disappeared.

The vast scenery gradually disappeared from view.

A solemn silence enveloped the whole air.

A solemnity enveloped the whole world.

Except where beetles buzz.

I only heard buzzing beetles circling.

The sleepy jingle soothes the distant folds.

The sleepy bell hypnotized the distant sheepfold.

From the ivy-covered tower over there.

I can only hear the ivy-covered tower bottom.

The melancholy owl complained to the moon.

A gloomy owl complained to the moon.

Like the wand ring near her mysterious bow.

The stranger approached its secret residence for no reason.

Harassing her ancient lonely rule.

Disturb its long and hidden territory.

Under those rugged elms. ? The shade of that yew tree.

Under the majestic elm trees, under the shade of cypress trees.

There are many turfs piled up by mold rings.

The turf swelled up many scattered mounds.

Everyone is always lying in a small cell.

Everyone put down their bodies in the cave forever.

Hamlet's primitive ancestors slept.

The vulgar elders in the small village sleep there.

Breathing the call of the morning breeze with incense.

The fragrant morning breeze is an easy call.

Swallows crow from a shed made of straw.

The chirping of swallows in a thatched cottage.

The harsh cry of the rooster. ? Or a resounding horn.

The cock's sharp horn. The hunting horn that makes the mountain sound and the valley answer.

Never wake them up from their humble beds again.

We can't wake them up underground.

Don't let ambition laugh at their beneficial hard work.

Ambition doesn't laugh at their actual work.

Their ordinary happiness. ? Fate is vague.

Self-made happiness, unknown fate.

Greatness will not listen with a contemptuous smile.

Luxury needs no contemptuous sneer.

A concise chronicle of the poor.

Let's listen to the short and simple life of the poor.

The boast of heraldry. ? The pomp of power.

Showing off one's family status is a powerful gesture.

All the beauty. ? All the wealth.

All the benefits that beauty and wealth can give.

Waiting for the inevitable moment.

The inevitable moment is waiting ahead.

The glorious road only leads to the grave.

The glorious road is nothing more than the grave.

It's not that you are proud to blame these mistakes.

Proud people, don't blame these people for not doing it.

If we commemorate their graves, no booty will rise.

I miss not building a memorial hall for these graves.

Through long aisles and latticed vaults.

There are no long corridors and carved vaults.

The resounding national anthem played a note of praise.

Full of loud hymns, celebrating.

Canned story urn or animated bust.

A lifelike bust, an urn tablet engraved with stories.

Go back to its mansion and call for the fleeting breath?

Is it possible to bring the dead back to life and promote resurrection?

Can the sound of honor stir up the dust of silence?

Can the sound of "honor" inspire the ashes of silence?

Or Flatry soothes the dull and cold ears of death?

Can flattery soften the ears of death?

Maybe in this neglected place.

Maybe this place is barren.

A heart that once gave birth to skyfire.

Buried is a heart that was once full of spiritual flame.

Hands. ? The scepter of the empire may be shaken.

With one pair of hands, you can have the throne of the empire.

Or be awakened to ecstasy the living lyre.

Or play the lyre selflessly.

But in their eyes, knowledge is a rich page for her.

But "knowledge" never spread to them.

Rich booty never unfolds.

A dazzling array of books accumulated from generation to generation.

Cold poverty suppressed their noble anger.

"Poverty" suppressed their noble hearts.

Frozen the warm current of the soul.

Freezing their spring water from Fu Ling.

A quiet gem filled with many purest lights.

How many sparkling jewels are there in the world.

Bear of the sea, dark and deep cave.

Buried at the bottom of the dark unfathomable sea.

Many flowers are born to blush in invisible places.

No one knows how many flowers are blooming in the world.

Waste its sweetness in the desert air.

Dispel the fragrance into the desolate air in vain.

Some village-Hampden. ? With a fearless mind.

Maybe there is a rural Hampton buried here.

The little tyrant in his field withstood it.

Resist local bullies, boldly and resolutely.

Some silent and disgraceful Milton may rest.

Maybe Milton, who has never been famous.

The blood of some countries where Cromwell was innocent.

There is a Cromwell. Did not cause the country to bleed.

For you. ? Who remembers the dead?

As for you, you care about these old people.

Is this how their unpretentious story is told?

Tell their simple stories with these poems.

If by chance. ? Lonely meditation.

If under the guidance of meditation. It's an accident of fate.

Some like-minded people will ask about your fate.

A traveling companion came to ask about your life.

Maybe some white-haired people will say.

Maybe a white-haired countryman will say to him.

We often see him at dawn.

We often see him before dawn.

Brush away the dew in a hurry.

Just touch the dew with hurried steps.

Meet the sun on the highland lawn.

See the morning sun in the tall grass over there.

At the foot of the low-hanging beech mountain over there.

There is a spinning old beech tree over there.

The ancient wonderful roots around it are so high.

The old roots protruding from the tree are intertwined.

He will lengthen his lethargy at noon.

He often lies there lazily for a noon.

Observe the stream flowing through carefully.

Take a good look at a trickle next to it.

By your Woods. ? Now you're laughing like you're mocking.

He swam to the edge of the forest, sometimes laughing and laughing.

Muttered to himself his wayward fantasy that he would roam.

Read aloud and send his strange words.

It's sagging now. ? Pathetic Wan. ? Like an abandoned person.

Sometimes I feel depressed. Like helplessness.

Or crazy with worry. ? Or lost in hopeless love.

For example, worry or frustration in love.

One morning, I missed him on Customs Hill.

One morning. On the mountain where he often goes.

Along heather and his favorite tree.

I didn't see him under the bushes and his love tree.

Here comes the other one; And it's not by the stream.

The next morning, although I walked along the stream.

It's not on the lawn. ? He's not in the Woods either.

On the grass, through the Woods, he still disappeared.

The next one is a sad elegy.

On the third day, we saw the funeral procession.

We saw him walking slowly through the church path.

Singing an elegy. Took him to the cemetery.

Come closer and read, because you can read this layer.

Please come forward and look at the stone tablet under the old thorns.

On the rocks under the ancient thorns.

Here, kneeling is a young man.

A young man who knows nothing about wealth and fame.

I have never been famous for my wealth and fame in my life.

Fair science will not frown at his humble origins.

Knowledge will not despise his meanness.

Melancholy mark. He's her own.

Qing dynasty regarded him as a favor.

His generosity is enormous. ? His soul is sincere.

He is sincere by nature and is most willing to give generously.

Heaven has made a lot of compensation.

God also gave him an equally generous reward.

He gave everything he had to Mary. ? A tear.

He gave Bumpy everything. A tear.

He got the friend he wanted from heaven.

I got everything I wanted from God. A friend.

No further disclosure of his advantages was sought.

Don't try to praise his achievements.

Or absorb his weakness from their terrible residence.

Don't dig out his weakness from the dark cellar again.

They are all trembling in the hope of rest in peace.

They also rest in trembling hope.

The arms of his father and God.

It was the embrace of his heavenly father and God.