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《船长,我的船长》Oh ,captain ,my captain!


Gather ye rosebuds while ye may/Old time is still a-flying/And this same flowers that smiles today/Tomorrow will be dying

停止呼吸-变冷-死亡stop breathing, turn cold, and die.

抓紧时间,孩子们,让你的生命不同寻常。Carpe diem.Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.


To fully understand poetry, we must first be fluent with its meter, rhyme and figures of speech, then ask two questions: 1) How artfully has the objective of the poem been rendered and 2) How important is that objective?

我们不是在接水管。We're not laying pipe.

惟有在梦中,人们才是真正自由的。Only in their dreams can men be truly free.


Learn to think for yourselves again. No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.


We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering -- these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love -- these are what we stay alive for.


The Dead Poets was dedicated to "sucking the marrow out of life".


We weren't a Greek organization. We were Romantics. We didn't just read poetry, we let it drip from our tongues like honey. Spirits soared, women swooned and gods were created.

(梭罗)我步入丛林/因为我希望生活得有意义/我希望活得深刻/吸取生命中所有的精华/把非生命的一切都击溃/以免当我生命终结/发现自己从没有活过I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.To put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.


(Alfred Lord Tennyson)Come my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset. And though we are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;-- One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.


Then I had religion, then I had a vision. I could not turn from their revel in derision. Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black, cutting through the forest with a golden track.



language was developed for one endeavor, and that is?

To communicate...No,to woo women.


we must constantly look at things in a different way.


Just when you think you know something, you have to look at it in another way. Even though it may seem silly or wrong, you must try! Now, when you read, don't just consider what the author thinks. Consider what you think.


Boys,you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all.


Most men lead lives of quiet desperation.(Thoreau)Don't be resigned to that. Break out! Don't just walk off the edge like lemmings.



For me, sport is actually a chance for us to have other human beings push us to excel.

与逆境不屈抗争,以无畏的气势面对敌人。Oh to struggle against great odds. To meet enemies undaunted.

做一个世界的水手,游遍所有的港口。To be a sailor of the world, bound for all ports.

我要做生活的主宰,而不是奴隶。Oh, I live to be the ruler of life, not a slave.

走上绞刑台,面对行刑的枪口,我息安之如泰。To mount the scaffolds. To advance to the muzzle of guns with perfect nonchalance.

舞蹈、鼓掌、兴奋、欢叫、跳跃、飘飘荡荡、滚滚向前To dance, clap hands, exalt, shout, skip, roll on, float on.

哦,让生活从此变成一首欢乐的诗。Oh, to have life henceforth the poem of new joys.

做一个真正的上帝!To indeed be a god!




I see a sweetness in her smile. Blight light shines from her eyes. But life is complete; contentment is mine, Just knowing that... just knowing that she's alive.


Sometimes the most beautiful poetry can be about simple things.Just don't let your poems be ordinary.

3.惠特曼“站在世界屋脊上,我喊出我野性的狂叫”I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.

一个牙齿流汗的疯子a sweaty-toothed madman.

我闭上眼睛,他的形象在我眼前晃悠I close my eyes. this image floats beside me.

一个牙齿流汗的疯子,瞪得我心怦怦直跳A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.

他伸出手,掐信我的脖子His hands reach out and choke me.

他一直在念叨真理all the time he's mumbling.Truth.

真理就像一床总让你双脚冰凉的毯子/你怎么扯,怎么拽,总也不够/踢也好,打也好,它总也盖不住我们/从我们哭着降生/到我们奄奄一息/它只会盖住你的脸/不管你如何痛苦/不管你如何痛苦/如何叫喊Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.


坚持与从俗不同的信仰的困难。the difficulty in maintaining your own beliefs in the face of others.

我们都有一种被人接受的需要。但是你必须坚持自己的信仰是独特的是你自己的,哪怕别人认为它们很怪,或者很讨厌,哪怕一群人都说,那太差。we all have a great need for acceptance. But you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even though the herd may go.

I want you to find your own walk right now. Your own way of striding, pacing. Any direction. Anything you want. Whether it's proud, whether it's silly, anything. Gentlemen, the courtyard is yours.

你们用不着表演,完全为你自己。You don't have to perform. Just make it for yourself.

要敢于逆流而上。Swim against the stream.

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