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这位厉害了。请楼主报告O大，领奖否？2 r: T! ^* ]$ y$ o+ T0 ^3 G3 u p
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是这首：http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_6a22dbb301011qqk.html
9 ?- O( `- A2 }' ^* Z中文译文来自卞之琳。
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0 a" ]% n( u9 c* L5 |* _) w) U) `https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Gray9 J+ K2 P6 B7 a. _ g
https://baike.baidu.com/item/%E6 ... 11041713?fr=aladdin6 M) v" S# C0 g' Z
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Elegy written in a country churchyard/ ]. j" J, o0 d# [. f
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（ThomasGray）一生虽只写过十来首诗，但他却为18世纪的英国，也为世界奉献了一首最著名的诗篇——Elegy Writtenin a Country Churchyard（以下简称“Eleyy”）。
; ~# [5 t& M5 e5 \& F正是该诗使他成为英国18世纪最著名的诗人之一。他不慕功名，曾谢绝“桂冠诗人”的称号。) P( l% F1 e& r3 ]
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The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,( r9 {3 v% P, p$ b6 [( _6 m
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
; J5 ~5 t; e4 H! j$ Q0 d: ~The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,: N8 ~+ L) d8 Z9 K
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
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Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,* n: x5 j# {! ]2 {& q
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,2 s: n, E0 n6 O- o4 }/ P" X+ T+ h% ?
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
8 s' X5 c! h+ M, r2 M0 mAnd drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds:
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Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower
6 H& o% s# s+ c# ~$ a( T. wThe moping owl does to the moon complain
" R9 J7 u$ G% X) x- pOf such as, wandering near her secret bower,
& L7 B+ `, w, z+ mMolest her ancient solitary reign.
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( ]+ d+ g8 s" M3 {0 @; ]3 {Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,
! P4 n0 h+ a3 b1 t' mWhere heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,3 z: q2 @7 T9 _% ?: z7 S
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
4 M, Z" U0 o- o; G2 aThe rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.) V% f5 g c3 ^7 S% C5 T ^
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The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,; m- L; s2 ~/ r1 N
The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,
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No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
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+ s9 Y5 f [/ p2 y3 c$ o( y4 tFor them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,9 @+ C- M" u; n9 _# |
Or busy housewife ply her evening care:# B0 h; k6 l; Y
No children run to lisp their sire's return,4 b1 l1 o9 B# a8 l9 Y. m! J& N* L/ P
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share,
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: c' d3 S d* |; b# m- ]2 pOft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
; E5 t: e6 R2 U# B: ~% [$ @Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;7 z1 W6 B/ {5 I' @. H7 j3 E z0 o9 `
How jocund did they drive their team afield!9 k4 c! z0 N) H( W7 j2 p" N0 V+ @
How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!, d! ]6 @0 T. B) [& f X
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Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,+ Y" ^* _. T+ B2 c9 S a" z! c2 G
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
' ?' k) W4 |& K0 e3 z8 x @+ `5 D. KNor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
& L2 ?0 [" O# E1 T' {/ U6 z! KThe short and simple annals of the Poor.
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3 X2 r) \& ?4 v1 ?5 JThe boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,, ~/ \0 ?3 p9 j: K" w
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,5 A: T% O ~1 f( ?! ^4 j
Awaits alike th' inevitable hour:-
; D( k) S2 L% n2 n2 | YThe paths of glory lead but to the grave.
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# ?$ V0 I( C. i- F/ FNor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault
* ^, h1 ?# b" @# {, i. pIf Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise,/ i( F8 Y- d! S7 D! A2 `
Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
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Can storied urn or animated bust
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% y; ^$ T% \0 t' NCan Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,: I* T. m2 t1 E! X. l9 y
Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
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" M# `! S4 z! S# P. GPerhaps in this neglected spot is laid
s6 |& q- h0 i* [# ^0 e) b# H4 sSome heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
. u A% o1 o; F# N, HHands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd,
6 b; W8 a& W: ^7 S V/ J; FOr waked to ecstasy the living lyre:6 U8 O$ H# N, `1 z( G0 ^4 y6 c
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But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,* o1 b, F1 a/ |' h, |" \
Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;1 J8 Z$ i4 O6 Z6 u' x2 V/ J
Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage,
% e5 h! H- N+ X6 N$ Y( v8 a* zAnd froze the genial current of the soul.
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a! K5 z/ ?1 L3 M# b) e/ }Full many a gem of purest ray serene! R: R+ J6 b; n" ?
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:) a( } E/ \ N
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
0 q3 {) B$ G4 w* dAnd waste its sweetness on the desert air.( P" [ j5 E" x+ l( f h
/ ~% K) ?) v( Z' O1 v$ kSome village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast0 l/ o, t, ?* q; b
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
- ?8 k0 Z j( Y. v3 \# a% ^Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
% P( j8 ]8 \4 |9 \5 VSome Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.: W; y8 Z1 B7 X4 R" q" |$ S2 Z+ h3 f
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Th' applause of list'ning senates to command,
+ k" K. E: W+ L# E" E* z I: dThe threats of pain and ruin to despise,
' [+ [% H9 M$ a: r4 a% |. cTo scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,. x/ P$ [1 G# T
And read their history in a nation's eyes,
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Their lot forbad: nor circumscribed alone
+ e+ z* m1 W7 eTheir growing virtues, but their crimes confined;3 S' G/ |5 g% J l7 o
Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne,
$ F( [( y# Q/ b" X+ w+ M, [And shut the gates of mercy on mankind,- k L. c) \: {' _
* W# r" E& D: Z3 G4 G( DThe struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,. m3 b7 D! I- `0 d. x; t$ h2 g
To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,& M( X# C8 v- l0 n% Z" |+ C) n. @+ }
Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride j4 X, K2 R0 f& z. v" A
With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
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+ N% t. G% H5 k; ?/ D. wFar from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
: U2 y4 w( @, [' ~: O% O% F0 _) dTheir sober wishes never learn'd to stray;1 v" o6 \' B: Y' R. {
Along the cool sequester'd vale of life3 P1 A# q5 A; \- x% t
They kept the noiseless tenour of their way.6 C- i* |' @; d3 Q# _8 O4 ?
% I9 v# l3 f' p9 d9 U& uYet e'en these bones from insult to protect
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With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd,
& a2 l/ U5 _* t' _6 d3 HImplores the passing tribute of a sigh.$ D* _" N, ^6 I8 n J* h4 `" O
* ]) S& V( t$ o5 \. T0 JTheir name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd Muse,
! u6 n- s! T5 a. h" z: cThe place of fame and elegy supply:
8 s; Y7 \ B1 ^9 `+ s+ \4 oAnd many a holy text around she strews,
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For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
( a. ]( h, N8 ]/ v7 ]This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd,
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Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?% Z9 |% ~9 ?7 F6 F+ ^) O/ R
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On some fond breast the parting soul relies,# X$ y3 Q/ G0 `0 c' p7 x
Some pious drops the closing eye requires;# p! h/ B' j7 E) j9 l) n0 |9 w
E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,* k- r7 |+ j% v
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
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For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead,. X, K0 F% I; m! u, [
Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;
6 p) G' x4 H7 x! D. F9 IIf chance, by lonely contemplation led,3 F/ q6 ^# \4 P
Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, --
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Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,1 p$ L5 _& P. K" B3 o& X
"Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn
, n/ r2 r4 _" v. ]8 Z; YBrushing with hasty steps the dews away,( ?8 c# f! E) D) Z! s4 D
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn;0 O4 |$ D/ l j# j
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"There at the foot of yonder nodding beech4 f7 R7 N; T/ M `2 |
That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high.
2 b3 [6 f2 w! a( g8 PHis listless length at noontide would he stretch,
- R T: ~( f. D* jAnd pore upon the brook that babbles by.3 c/ L6 ?: ]3 ]; l3 q' ^$ h
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"Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,
& k. [( c* R3 hMuttering his wayward fancies he would rove;" S: D9 L5 A7 T; K1 Q
Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,
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9 i8 c/ w6 K, r6 H6 s0 ^0 M3 J5 F"One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill,
5 H7 k6 W1 U) I5 n+ nAlong the heath, and near his favourite tree;# B3 v; I* a3 Q
Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
5 c- R- D5 z/ b9 Z9 h2 t5 sNor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;2 J; l/ K& F) u9 R+ r
8 s8 f" m2 w3 o. M. ["The next with dirges due in sad array( s( I2 {' h9 R
Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne,-
8 C' U* u5 z7 i2 K8 N; IApproach and read (for thou canst read) the lay
# v! w) B" X( E/ p7 s. _3 q* UGraved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn."
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+ M) X" J! ~6 ~9 O! xThe Epitaph
6 q& r6 `0 A8 [6 O# |Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth
& K3 `! Z H# U1 g& kA youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.! F1 k: o7 }" S$ x t1 M4 ?- j2 L
Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,
3 l' R. [1 B7 ]( Y) IAnd Melacholy marked him for her own.5 Z$ ^0 E$ a N& a4 Q( N
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Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,3 P& {5 z" ?: A# U! O5 D
Heaven did a recompense as largely send:# [: t! P, P; y6 ^% r+ p& K
He gave to Misery all he had, a tear,3 Z- m+ j9 i& r. ]$ k
He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
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No farther seek his merits to disclose,9 m, H0 C: z% _
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode- z, r" R, ]! Q0 d8 n2 q
(There they alike in trembling hope repose),) \- b& ]9 i& ^2 I# A3 Y! y) D$ H
The bosom of his Father and his God
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; A+ b3 _0 c, ~$ f墓地哀歌
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晚钟响起来一阵阵给白昼报丧，! R) p2 M1 H( t* j
牛群在草原上迂回，吼声起落，
. z8 _+ J# T! D. N' W# n耕地人累了，回家走，脚步踉跄，2 j& [: o8 L2 a0 e5 V1 {) o
把整个世界留给了黄昏与我。) |+ w, ?% o, F4 a+ Y7 j: Q
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苍茫的景色逐渐从眼前消退，
$ s. N( N2 k' X. I. J: ~一片肃穆的寂静盖遍了尘寰，
; I3 S9 P6 F$ O: m5 h" s9 k只听见嗡嗡的甲虫转圈子纷飞，* D$ e6 F8 j8 y2 f) ^
昏沉的铃声催眠着远处的羊栏。; P* y% v& [$ x8 w
1 J% c- d% Q( Z2 r9 b4 B只听见常春藤披裹的塔顶底下
% X+ P6 l! o$ M) u! Q一只阴郁的柢枭向月亮诉苦，# A" ~ [: ~4 V( j
怪人家无端走进它秘密的住家，
3 V0 J# G F7 S& j搅扰它这个悠久而僻静的领土。3 r' l7 B) v; a' c! j6 p
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峥嵘的榆树底下，扁柏的荫里，# R% U! k/ u% |, o6 S0 L! E
草皮鼓起了许多零落的荒堆，
0 E7 a5 \: | O1 ?/ U* w各自在洞窟里永远放下了身体，
2 N3 }0 c4 h1 k J+ \$ K4 V9 P小村里粗鄙的父老在那里安睡。
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香气四溢的晨风轻松的呼召，, ^' g+ t; J+ f. G0 ^( Z7 S
燕子从茅草棚子里吐出的呢喃，
3 L1 s" o2 u# k' K2 M) K公鸡的尖喇叭，使山鸣谷应的猎号
# H- [; x. V! \3 O0 W- O: a2 a再不能唤醒他们在地下的长眠。
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/ v. j0 E4 s: \5 s在他们，熊熊的炉火不再会燃烧，# r2 w `" B. O; Q. R
忙碌的管家妇不再会赶她的夜活；
5 `8 I) m' J0 j孩子们不再会“牙牙”的报父亲来到，7 k/ R1 M) Q5 J2 P$ [$ C0 d
为一个亲吻爬倒他膝上去争夺。1 A. T( I& o$ }6 I! C/ }
5 o2 Q/ v ^4 _- f0 Z3 X& ]往常是：他们一开镰就所向披靡，
% |5 g( w. X# @. X% [8 I7 Y顽梗的泥板让他们犁出了垄沟；
+ h& V* W- a! P+ N, | L) ~他们多么欢欣地赶牲口下地！
# j% A, w/ b. n0 [# ?他们一猛砍，树木就一棵棵低头！
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8 R+ `7 s. r8 N“雄心”别嘲讽他们实用的操劳，
{+ [8 r: X1 r4 B) {家常的欢乐，默默无闻的命运；4 C# ~+ d ~; T& e4 x$ s
“豪华”也不用带着轻蔑的冷笑
8 ^) S% o6 p7 J7 R1 V6 P来听讲穷人的又短有简的生平。' N1 L3 q0 {$ ?" _; I
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门第的炫耀，有权有势的煊赫，& J1 d: h1 a0 {4 p' a
凡是美和财富所能赋予的好处，
" T- I' P2 l. f1 [0 x+ M前头都等待着不可避免的时刻：! f \. X& r3 t# ~: E' d5 }6 [% l
光荣的道路无非是引导到坟墓。$ L( c) G9 r1 h/ F. R
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骄傲人，你也不要怪这些人不行，# S, l+ c4 q5 f2 j! n* R5 ]
“怀念”没有给这些人建立纪念堂，
5 k1 G0 }! Q; ` a% q% S4 g* T没有让悠长的廊道、雕花的拱顶" Z3 }# p( v" t- G8 J: @* H
洋溢着洪亮的赞美歌，进行颂扬。+ A5 J% ?) A3 [& R
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栩栩的半身像，铭刻了事略的瓮碑，8 A) o! K+ P- p# K- V- Z/ v
难道能恢复断气，促使还魂？4 A/ G, Y0 j# v. P) f
“荣誉”的声音能激发沉默的死灰？3 O4 l7 E; N: ~" m+ j9 t
“献媚”能叫死神听软了耳根？( M0 j9 Z: N" ~3 r6 b. |
5 B& i( I9 y" W2 q0 p8 f/ C3 d$ k也许这一块地方，尽管荒芜，
1 y( D, ]/ r7 U. L3 F就埋着曾经充满过灵焰的一颗心；
0 Q w" b: k& V/ Y5 k一双手，本可以执掌到帝国的王芴
; V1 r C: Y' S4 D* H! `或者出神入化地拨响了七弦琴。
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9 W6 ?# t( v! E6 G8 R7 T- p可是“知识”从不曾对他们展开1 s) M b, N1 U% Q4 w6 q7 [
它世代积累而琳琅满目的书卷；
d& I( s: C. P“贫寒”压制了他们高贵的襟怀，. v7 z- b( O6 B. W9 R2 w" L E2 ]
冻结了他们从灵府涌出的流泉。
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0 C s- [7 `& E世界上多少晶莹皎洁的珠宝
, b- w% g! K# H埋在幽暗而深不可测的海底；2 ?0 L# w8 ^1 u, G
世界上多少花吐艳而无人知晓，+ q9 [5 t9 I* A2 U% S8 b
把芳香白白地散发给荒凉的空气。
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8 ?3 J" p" A1 j3 {* N9 S. z/ O也许有乡村汉普顿在这里埋身，( G7 ^/ u0 @" @: D
反抗过当地的小霸王，胆大，坚决；
# a4 l6 A+ d D4 v也许有缄口的米尔顿，从没有名声；
5 E2 G: F+ T; E- O有一位克伦威尔，并不曾害国家流血。! q4 a+ w5 d. r1 @3 O4 t2 I
9 z+ K, D- m9 s! w6 {# V- V要博得满场的元老雷动的鼓掌，
7 }, d. n# _/ T3 F# G无视威胁，全不顾存亡生死，
' Z# A0 O; p4 R# K2 n; p4 R把富庶，丰饶遍播到四处八方，+ K! J+ V, d% v D! i2 W
打从全国的笑眼里读自己的历史——3 J! G) w9 b% g0 b# a7 T: o I
; p+ M$ H7 E. b3 @9 B- S他们的命运可不许：既不许罪过- C- p& G' o8 r6 m3 m/ P
有所放纵，也不许发挥德行；) C* S( w6 b$ s- t4 a1 M
不许从杀戮中间涉登宝座1 p, j# p0 o: l* ]& }) u
从此对人类关上仁慈的大门；+ R2 q' k# I2 M! X/ G
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不许掩饰天良在内心的发作，( F/ `. S+ B; z
隐瞒天真的羞愧，恬不红脸；, u4 T& }9 m {8 a) o3 R! T4 k2 O
不许用诗神的金焰点燃了香火6 M: {' ^- z u) E, [" I! y
锦上添花去塞满“骄”“奢”的神龛。
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$ d. X% ^5 Z# y* \( L远离了纷纭人世的勾心斗角，* T* S) O! ^, K% V3 Z- z! `, F
他们有清醒愿望，从不学糊涂，
. {5 w4 o) B) E S顺着生活的清凉僻静的山坳，
1 @- G! `. h1 r. A# X他们坚持了不声不响的正路。
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可是叫这些尸骨免受到糟踏，) P! E) {* n8 y7 {. R
还是有脆弱的碑牌树立在近边，
! B, S$ R3 _' }1 Y* c |0 g点缀了拙劣的韵语、凌乱的刻划， ?* S+ L: u( s1 B6 {3 I5 O. b
请求过往人就便献一声婉叹。
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% u( ^3 a+ g) {无闻的野诗神注上了姓名、年份，+ `7 W& t1 G, Y& [
另外再加上地址和一篇悼词；# r7 e, B# @1 V2 _0 C1 @
她在周围撒播了一些经文，: o, Y8 p# ?1 j8 o2 @
教训乡土道德家怎样去死。! p5 [$ ^; O! |: U+ o
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要知道谁甘愿舍身哑口的“遗忘”，
1 M: `8 ] k- H$ m. w坦然撇下了忧喜交织的此生，
+ N8 h2 g; f7 D/ |0 ^% n谁离开风和日暖的明媚现场- v5 h7 y! x+ {0 w2 z% E: J
而能不依依地回头来顾盼一阵？5 w$ a+ u9 p" C: s, E( w% O
: U" p7 T; k2 x2 U' v7 X辞世的灵魂还依傍钟情的怀抱，8 m% |3 G1 f8 B
临闭的眼睛需要尽哀的珠泪，
4 {2 D" {$ b$ ?3 f+ `1 o$ e即使坟冢里也有“自然”的呼号1 N% b, X2 w1 M- Q
他们的旧火还点燃我们的新灰。
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至于你，我关心这些默默的陈死人，1 I* u2 B8 v* K
用这些诗句讲他们质朴的故事，- L! o& |' F; v9 m/ I
假如在幽思的引导下，偶然有缘分，
; a* G6 P+ J7 L- f, F1 A5 {9 `一位同道来问起你的身世——
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# Z% j+ v" P. J: \0 a* P也许会有白头的乡下人对他说，5 W4 S# E3 e' L
“我们常常看见他，天还刚亮，
6 W- F3 }: q+ j7 v( ^7 O& `就用匆忙的脚步把露水碰落，
H/ R% O3 r; Q/ v1 @上那边高处的草地去会晤朝阳；! o! Y4 f z' ~
2 n2 W1 [3 ?2 J# f) q8 v S“那边有一棵婆娑的山毛榉老树，
; K* W& m0 }! g# Q& Z& i7 O树底下隆起的老根盘错在一起，, S' L# t! Y: ^7 b
他常常在那里懒躺过一个中午，
( F' Q) F' k9 P4 [/ A8 J悉心看旁边一道涓涓的小溪。
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“他转游到林边，有时候笑里带嘲，
% C8 Y" L% S5 t- b7 Z念念有词，发他的奇谈怪议，
/ Q Z& \ N& W有时候垂头丧气，像无依无靠，
# R& m% v% U# E- V) z# s3 P4 \3 C/ U7 T像忧心忡忡或者像情场失意。3 Q7 ~. I' @% W
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“有一天早上，在他惯去的山头，
% p& U. m4 t* G9 u* Q4 X灌木丛，他那棵爱树下，我不见他出现；! q3 J9 l3 ]6 ^- P, Y
第二天早上，尽管我走下溪流，
" r3 Y* A+ x9 R" z+ |0 _2 K上草地，穿过树林，他还是不见。* _( e: u; Z* ^' o6 X) B |
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“第三天我们见到了送葬的行列，
: V5 \& b* ^+ j1 Y唱着挽歌，抬着他向坟场走去——
9 ~7 u5 r- Z9 s7 r6 h1 b请上前看那丛老荆棘底下的碑碣，! G0 k0 @# Y4 K
（你是识字的）请念念这些诗句”：
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, P D0 X& @- {9 L& g S7 b 墓 铭
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; u) X4 v7 T% \" q这里边，高枕地膝，是一位青年，/ H% o h0 w, P9 G9 t& o( V; U/ \
生平从不曾受知于“富贵”和“名声”；
. J$ `- a+ R6 K) e/ p2 i& r“知识”可没轻视他出身的微贱，- v+ }7 B( V, k" ?% V8 v: m. W+ i
“清愁”把他标出来认作宠幸。, \/ B9 ~3 B! t% [! D& l
: k! n+ Q$ b$ @5 u. m% Z! o他生性真挚，最乐于慷慨施惠， |! Z" A8 A* a7 \
上苍也给了他同样慷慨的报酬：
( g. o7 C$ O% G' |& P& M他给了“坎坷”全部的所有，一滴泪；$ ~9 k0 [. ^$ {: l9 i1 |$ j
从上苍全得了所求，一位朋友。& \+ o1 H7 d* A8 v: ^8 T' Q
) r1 F/ `, ?3 ^0 [别再想法子表彰他的功绩，/ A# [2 w% F& |9 F
也别再把他的弱点翻出了暗窖7 ^4 \" G7 H. E/ `* a
（他们同样在颤抖的希望中休息）。$ ?/ g" f5 b" T" r1 | b
那就是他的天父和上帝的怀抱。 |
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