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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑 # T4 [% `. P) o: q6 k6 S
9 X/ i- n x0 q% A+ G! f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。6 _# f0 N5 o. ~2 E! T+ z
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- n1 ^* D3 E( b7 T/ V( G `/ lFuneral Blues . M2 s" o! v! c0 N: ]% I1 z
" |! A, k$ {& U9 w$ j' }Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
' X/ [4 i i2 E# FPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, ( X) k3 ^; [; g
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum # w# ^0 f4 B" G2 q+ p; H! U5 O, Y
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. / K) V3 {+ K2 s% M% y* d
4 i' w& G4 S7 O5 s- b2 j o6 |( f4 ZLet aeroplanes circle moaning overhead / \& }+ b) P! m% W
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
: n, K* n1 i: q# S6 p- |Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, & R! ~1 a6 b" v+ N# W i" z2 b
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
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He was my North, my South, my East and West, ; l6 f0 m$ d* j- m! a% ?
My working week and my Sunday rest,
( m7 O5 E. s3 Z, N) h. D. BMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; 9 } [$ J, n) w5 `) I3 G* l$ u# f
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
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( K8 G0 w# r, F. N Q9 u9 ?The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
/ k- p7 P2 o; P2 o. `; {- cPack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
4 y; \9 P, d2 ~& \6 P; GPour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; 3 o( h% x, C) Q! ^& {% u
For nothing now can ever come to any good. $ w( l6 ~' L0 l! `9 [
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W.H. Auden |
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