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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑
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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。! |7 N3 s( l1 r( b* j5 r. b2 A7 N2 L
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Funeral Blues 6 ~1 E. H" L/ w: @) ?; c0 |+ L6 g
; e0 i2 c+ b$ ^1 k& \8 ]Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, : U* ?, ~. I) ?) A2 H$ p# ~
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
& z4 O* [! H8 J1 A& y' ]Silence the pianos and with muffled drum 5 H; ]' g- F2 |
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
! T# X( }4 S: `0 _2 ?1 |" o3 l0 eScribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
+ K. u; }6 w* A E/ s9 i0 oPut crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, / J) [ A' h4 X+ n N
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
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2 ?, y6 |9 I4 f2 [, u0 @He was my North, my South, my East and West,
0 D9 ?1 w# P$ z2 q4 MMy working week and my Sunday rest, $ `+ b0 m% v8 j2 z ~- L: s
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
% v+ \ n$ x7 J+ W3 v; JI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. % o$ M) S4 y2 \5 H3 i% u& X Q* X
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The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
- I+ M9 G$ q. RPack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
" T* }% Z% y2 {3 rPour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
6 ]( H' a5 ^* |: [3 M! G7 s3 g+ TFor nothing now can ever come to any good.
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W.H. Auden |
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