長(zhǎng)篇英文詩(shī)歌朗誦閱讀中長(zhǎng)篇英文詩(shī)歌朗誦稿

2024-04-13 朗誦稿

　　在學(xué)習(xí)、工作、生活中，大家總少不了接觸一些耳熟能詳?shù)脑?shī)歌吧，詩(shī)歌的內(nèi)容是社會(huì)生活的最集中的反映。那么你有真正了解過(guò)詩(shī)歌嗎？以下是小編幫大家整理的長(zhǎng)篇英文詩(shī)歌朗誦大全閱讀中長(zhǎng)篇英文詩(shī)歌朗誦稿，歡迎閱讀，希望大家能夠喜歡。

長(zhǎng)篇英文詩(shī)歌朗誦大全閱讀中長(zhǎng)篇英文詩(shī)歌朗誦稿1

　　Song of the Burial of Flowers 《葬花吟》

　　Flowers fade and fall and fly about up in the sky,But who pities the loss of your fragrance when you die?

　　花謝花飛飛滿天，紅綃香斷有誰(shuí)憐?

　　Like gossamer you float and land on pavilions,With your fallen petals clung soft to fine curtains.

　　游絲軟系飄春榭，落絮輕沾撲繡簾。

　　In my boudoir I sigh over the close of spring,But there’s no way to express my sorrowful feeling.

　　閨中女兒惜春暮，愁緒滿懷無(wú)處訴。

　　Spade in hand, I go out from under my fine curtain,To and fro on fallen petals, how can I bear treading?

　　手把花鋤出繡簾，忍踏落花來(lái)復(fù)去。

　　Willow twigs and elm buds send sweet scents as they may,Who cares when peach and plum petals are in decay?

　　柳絲榆莢自芳菲，不管桃飄與李飛。

　　Next year peach and plum trees will be in bloom again,But who will be the master of my boudoir then?

　　桃李明年能再發(fā)，明歲閨中知是誰(shuí)?

　　In March lunar swallows have got their nests ready,They on the beam seem to be those without mercy.

　　三月香巢初壘成，梁間燕子太無(wú)情!

　　Next year in their flight, fresh flowers they may peck, though,All that they and I have will be lost, they never know.

　　明年花發(fā)雖可啄，卻不道人去梁空巢也傾!

　　There are three hundred and sixty days in one year,With you the elements of nature are severe.

　　一年三百六十日，風(fēng)刀霜?jiǎng)?yán)相逼。

　　Time is not long for you to be bright and charming,Your trace and track are hard to find in your drifting.

　　明媚鮮妍能幾時(shí)，一朝飄泊難尋覓。

　　You are easy to see when open but hard when fallen,Before the stairs I am worried where to find your remains.

　　花開(kāi)易見(jiàn)落難尋，階前愁殺葬花人。

　　Against the spade I lean and in secret weep sudden,Splashed on your bare branches are my tears like bloodstains.

　　獨(dú)把花鋤偷灑淚，灑上空枝見(jiàn)血痕。

　　The cuckoo ceases its warbling at twilight,With my spade I return and shut the doors tight.

　　杜鵑無(wú)語(yǔ)正黃昏，荷鋤歸去掩重門(mén)。

　　I go to bed with a lone oil lamp still shining,My quilt is not warm when a cold rain is falling.

　　青燈照壁人初睡，冷雨敲窗被未溫。

　　I feel at heart it is a matter quite nerve-racking,For I like spring or I feel sad over its leaving.

　　怪儂底事倍傷神，半為憐春半惱春。

　　Spring I love and my sorrow repair at a fast pace,They come silent and go without leaving a trace.

　　憐春忽至惱忽去，至又無(wú)語(yǔ)去不聞。

　　Last night beyond pavilions sad song seemed rising,Was it the souls of flowers or birds that were singing?

　　昨宵庭外悲歌奏，知是花魂與鳥(niǎo)魂?

　　It is always hard to ask their souls to stay behind,That birds are silent and flowers feel ashamed, I find.

　　花魂鳥(niǎo)魂總難留，鳥(niǎo)自無(wú)語(yǔ)花自羞。

　　I wish to have two wings under my arms to fly,After you unto the farthest end of the sky.

　　愿儂此日生雙翼，隨花飛到天盡頭。

　　At the farthest end of the sky,Where can I find the grave of your fragrance lie?

　　天盡頭!何處有香丘?

　　Better in silk to shroud your petals fair,With a handful of clean earth as your attire.

　　未若錦囊收艷骨，一杯凈土掩風(fēng)流。

　　For pure you have come and pure you repair,Lest you fall into some foul ditch or mire.

　　質(zhì)本潔來(lái)還潔去，強(qiáng)于污淖陷渠溝。

　　I hold a burial when you die today,But there’s no telling when I pass away.

　　爾今死去儂收葬，未卜儂身何日喪?

　　Others laugh at me that have buried thee,Who will be the one that shall bury me?

　　儂今葬花人笑癡，他年葬儂知是誰(shuí)?

　　The end of spring makes flowers fall one by one,It’s also the time when beauty meets its doom.

　　試看春殘花漸落，便是紅顏老死時(shí)。

　　Once beauty is carried to its very tomb,Both beauty and flowers perish known to none.

　　一朝春盡紅顏老，花落人亡兩不知!

長(zhǎng)篇英文詩(shī)歌朗誦大全閱讀中長(zhǎng)篇英文詩(shī)歌朗誦稿2

　　Nostalgia

　　My soul stands at the window of my room,And I ten thousand miles away;

　　My days are filled with Ocean's sound of doom,Salt and cloud and the bitter spray.

　　Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

　　My selfish youth, my books with gilded edge,Knowledge and all gaze down the street;

　　The potted plants upon the window ledge

　　Gaze down with selfish lives and sweet.

　　Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

　　My night is now her day, my day her night,So I lie down, and so I rise;

　　The sun burns close, the star is losing height,The clock is hunted down the skies.

　　Let the wind blow, for many a man die.

　　Truly a pin can make the memory bleed,A world explode the inward mind

　　And turn the skulls and flowers never freed

　　Into the air, no longer blind.

　　Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

　　Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart

　　Clumps in the breast with heavy stride;

　　The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart,The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide.

　　Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

　　靈魂佇立在自家的窗前;

　　而身處那遙遠(yuǎn)的地方，生活的全部是那大海末日般的.巨響，是那鹽、云和苦澀的浪。