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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑 $ q6 K8 C l0 @6 \- ], z
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我很喜欢这段朗诵了,但是自己学不来。朗诵和唱歌一样,不是会说话就行的。$ w! i6 G( w" @0 _2 Q* t
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Funeral Blues 7 F& }% ~3 t; p# y: ]- l
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, ; \0 g! C* Q/ ~
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, % L }9 Z9 f ?" [+ y/ o
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
I5 E' C/ A; d2 s% PBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
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. ?. j6 Z2 q) u" wLet aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
) |' K, Z4 K) Q# tScribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. 7 {/ r4 Q4 c) \" o% D
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, X# \# S8 B" O/ N' r- Q
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
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He was my North, my South, my East and West,
+ d( i- w& ?) xMy working week and my Sunday rest, 5 x& y3 }1 S/ \/ d; o, Y3 d) P
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
4 g; {/ @% {: f9 zI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. 5 o4 V/ t+ w5 @5 \, H9 i" V
0 `3 U. U" j8 D+ l# m/ l# d" @1 Y3 vThe stars are not wanted now; put out every one, / [% {: m. p- ^1 c
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
, A/ @4 i$ y2 O( M+ E2 LPour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
4 \ c3 e6 @3 I' D6 IFor nothing now can ever come to any good.
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W.H. Auden |
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