Sometimes a group of girls are happy,
An abbot sat on an Amblin mat,
Sometimes a curly shepherd boy,
Or long hair pages in crimson clothes,
Go to Tade Camelot;
Sometimes through the blue mirror.
The knights rode two horses:
She has no loyal knight,
Mrs Charlotte.
sometimes
There will be a group of happy young girls.
A temple host rode slowly on a horse.
Sometimes it will be a little goat with curly hair.
Or a squire with long hair in red.
Go to Camelot Castle.
Sometimes, in the blue mirror.
You can also see the knights coming in pairs.
But that girl Charlotte
There is really no knight loyal to her.
But in her net, she is still happy.
In order to weave the magical scene of the mirror,
Because often in the silent night
A funeral with feathers and lights,
And went to Camelot;
Or when the moon is overhead,
Two young lovers recently got married;
"I hate shadows," said Lady Charlotte.
But she's still happy.
Put the wonderful sight she saw in the mirror
Weave them into her magic net one by one
Because often in the silent night
There is a funeral procession.
Playing music with feathers and torches.
Go to Camelot Castle.
Or, when the bright moon is in the sky
There will be a young newlywed couple coming.
"I hate shadows a little," said Charlotte, the girl.
Bows and arrows from under her eaves,
He rode among the ears of wheat,
The sun shone brightly through the leaves,
Burning on the brazen wings
The brave Sir Lancelot.
A stone's throw from her boudoir.
A knight galloped among the wheat bales.
The sun shone golden among the leaves.
Sprinkle it on his bronze armor
Like a burning flame
He is a brave knight Lancelot.
A red cross knight who always kneels.
For a lady with a shield,
Shining in the yellow fields,
Next to the remote Saloth.
There is a pattern on his shield.
Painted with a hereditary red cross knight
Kneel in front of the lady
Shields twinkled in the golden fields.
On the remote island of Charlotte.
The jewel halter sparkles,
Like a branch of a star.
We saw hanging in the golden galaxy.
The bridle bell rang happily.
When he rode to Camelot.
The jewel-encrusted Mahler sparkled.
It's like we're in a beautiful galaxy.
The bright starlight I saw.
In the cheerful ringing of the reins
He galloped towards Camelot Castle.
Slung diagonally from his black ornament.
A huge silver horn hung,
When he put on his armor,
Next to the remote Saloth.
Under his heraldic shoulder strap.
There is a huge silver number hanging.
When he rides a horse,
His armor jingled.
On the remote island of Charlotte.
In the blue and clear weather
Thick jewels make saddle leather shine,
Helmets and helmet feathers burn
Like a burning flame,
When he rode to Camelot.
Under the cloudless blue sky in Wan Li.
The leather saddle studded with jewels sparkled.
His helmet and the bird feathers on it
Like a burning flame
He galloped towards Camelot Castle.
Often through purple nights,
Under the bright stars,
Some bearded meteors, burning light,
Move a little.
As usual, on a dark purple night.
Under the bright stars.
Those naked-tailed meteors
Burning, through the quiet Charlotte Island.
His broad and clear forehead sparkled in the sun;
His war horse is stepping on shiny hooves;
From under his helmet.
He rode a horse, with dark curly hair,
When he rode to Camelot.
From the banks and rivers
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
Tilla Lilla, singing Sir Lancelot by the river.
His broad, smooth forehead
Shine in the sun
His war horse is flapping its shiny hooves.
Black curls under his helmet.
Float gently while riding.
He galloped towards Camelot Castle.
From that shore, from that river
His figure flashed in the bright mirror.
The song "Tirella" came from the river.
That's Lancelot singing.
She left the web and the loom;
She walked three steps in the room,
She saw water lilies in full bloom,
She saw the helmet and feathers,
She looked down at Camelot.
She left her magic net behind.
She left her loom.
She walked out of the boudoir in three steps.
She saw water lilies in full bloom.
She saw the helmet and the bird hair on it.
She looked down at Camelot Castle.
The net flies out and floats widely;
The mirror splits from one side to the other;
The curse is falling on me.
Cried Mrs. Charlotte.
The net suddenly flew out of the window and drifted into the distance.
The mirror also broke into pieces.
Ah, the spell has fallen on me!
The girl Charlotte shouted.
In the storm,
Pale yellow trees are disappearing,
His bank complained generously,
The gloomy sky was covered with heavy rain, which enveloped Camelot.
She came down and found a boat floating under a willow tree.
Near the bow, she wrote "Mrs. Charlotte"
The east wind roared in the shower.
The yellow tree is dying.
The wide river groans between the banks.
overcast sky
It's raining cats and dogs at Camelot Castle.
Pour down
She ran down under a willow tree.
She found a boat falling behind and drifting with the waves.
Along the bow, she wrote several big letters: Charlotte, the girl.
Continued: Girl Charlotte (3)
About the author:
(For details, see the previous article, Girl Charlotte (1))
This painting depicts the story of the English poet Tennyson's poem "Charlotte Girl":
Elaine, daughter of Charlotte Lord, has been cursed since she was born. She was imprisoned in this house. Life is monotonous and lonely, and Elaine's only pleasure is to look at the world scenery reflected in the magic mirror; Then, she embroidered the scenery on the tapestry. ......
One day, however, Elaine saw a young knight in the magic mirror, so Elaine fell in love with the knight. Not satisfied, she peeped at the prince from the magic mirror. She decided to go out of the house where she was imprisoned and take the carpets, candles and crosses that she had knitted by herself. She tied a candle and a cross to a bow and wanted to travel alone to find her sweetheart. The sky is full of haze, the sun is gradually sinking into the horizon, and her eyes are staring at the unknown distance! ......
This painting is sad and sad. It is so shocking to the human soul! Love will eventually be the mark of a person's experience, and every dream will have a sober moment! This painting shows not only love, but also a belief, a will and a spirit of yearning for freedom!
Legend of the Knights of the Round Table:
Lancelot, the first knight under King Arthur, made a bet with Queen Guinevere to take part in the tournament as an unknown knight. To hide his eyes and ears, Lancelot borrowed a shield from a castle owner, and Elaine, the daughter of the castle owner, fell in love with him at first sight. Helpless and intentional, the water is ruthless. Lancelot fell in love with Guinevere, and she had no time to care about her infatuation. Elaine eventually died of depression.