英语诗歌朗诵材料

世界上最遥远的距离

The furthest distance in the world

Is not between life and death

But when I stand in front of you

Yet you don’t know that

I love you

The furthest distance in the world

Is not when i stand in font of you

Yet you can’t see my love

But when undoubtedly knowing the love from both Yet cannot

Be togehter

The furthest distance in the world

Is not being apart while being in love

But when plainly can not resist the yearning

Yet pretending

You have never been in my heart

The furthest distance in the world

Is not

But using one’s indifferent heart

To dig an uncrossable river

For the one who loves you

世界上最遥远的距离，不是生与死

而是我就站在你的面前，你却不知道我爱你

世界上最遥远的距离，不是我站在你面前，你却不知道我爱你而是明明知道彼此相爱，却不能在一起

世界上最遥远的距离，不是明明知道彼此相爱，却不能在一起而是明明无法反抗这股想念，却还得故意装作丝毫没有把你放在心里

世界上最遥远的距离，不是明明无法反抗这股想念，却还得故意装作丝毫没有把你放在心里而是用自己冷漠的心对爱你的人掘了一条无法跨越的沟渠

Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again

--by Xu Zhimo

再别康桥徐志摩

Very quietly I take my leave

As quietly as I came here;

Quietly I wave good-bye

To the rosy clouds in the western sky.

The golden willows by the riverside

Are young brides in the setting sun;

Their reflections on the shimmering waves

Always linger in the depth of my heart.

The floating heart growing in the sludge

Sways leisurely under the water;

In the gentle waves of Cambridge

I would be a water plant!

That pool under the shade of elm trees

Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky; Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds

Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream?

To seek a dream? Just to pole a boat upstream To where the green grass is more verdant;

Or to have the boat fully loaded with starlight And sing aloud in the splendor of starlight. But I cannot sing aloud

Quietness is my farewell music;

Even summer insects heap silence for me

Silent is Cambridge tonight!

Very quietly I take my leave

As quietly as I came here;

Gently I flick my sleeves

Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away

Help:

Rosy: adj.蔷薇色的, 玫瑰红色的

Shimmering: adj.微微发亮的

Sludge: n.软泥, 淤泥, 矿泥, 煤泥

Leisurely: adv.从容不迫

Duckweeds: n.[植] 浮萍

Lake of Autumn

I remember quite clearly now when the story happened. The autumn leaves were floating in measure down to the ground,

recovering the lake, where we used to swim like children, under the sun was there to shire. That time we used to be happy. Well, I thought we were. But the truth was that you had been longing to leave me, not daring to tell me. On that precious night, watching te lake, vaguely conscious. You said:" our story is ending."

The rain was killing the last days of summer, you had been killing my last breath of love, since a long time ago. I still don't think I'm gonna make it through another love story. You took it all away from me. And there I stand, I knew I was going to be the one left behind. But still I'm wathcing the lake, vaguely counscious, and I know my life is ending.