Sworn not to be a wife: the arrest of the young wife around the world

Jiang Yufei really wanted to look away, but the picture of his hand turning the pages of the book was really beautiful.

Her eyes seemed to be stung by such a beautiful picture.

"Have you ever heard the poems of William Butler Yeats?" Ruan Tianling raised his eyes and asked her.

Jiang Yufei shook her head, she didn't know much about foreign literature.When she was in college, she dealt with calculation formulas and various boring data every day, and she had little contact with domestic literature, let alone foreign literature.

Ruan Tianling raised his lips and smiled slightly: "It's okay if I don't know, I can read it to you."

Jiang Yufei nodded.

Ruan Tianling's eyes fell on the pages of the book filled with English letters, and he opened his lips and read out slowly.

"When you are old and gray and full of sleep—"

"And nodding by the fire, take down this book"

……

He reads English, and the English letters on the pages are written in quill English letters.

That's one of the most gorgeous fonts in the West.

The font lines are smooth and full of aristocratic atmosphere.

Jiang Yufei has always liked this font, and now listening to Ruan Tianling read it in a low and magnetic voice, she felt that the whole world was still.

In the world, only his lazy and hoarse voice remained, and the words printed in quill pen on the title page of the book.

"How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true—"

"But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face..."

……

Ruan Tianling's voice ended slowly, but his pure English pronunciation kept lingering in her ears, which could not dissipate for a long time.

"Does it sound good?" he asked.

Jiang Yufei nodded with a smile: "It sounds good."

It was his voice that was nice. Although his voice was a little lazy, she sounded like the best recitation in the world.

Although she couldn't understand what he read, she felt the feeling.

"This must be a very romantic poem." Jiang Yufei smiled, this is what she felt.

"anything else?"

"It's still a poem full of magnificence and extravagance, which feels very dreamy and beautiful."

Ruan Tianling nodded with a smile: "You are right. William Butler Yeats is an Irish poet. His early works belong to the gorgeous style of romanticism. He is best at creating a dreamlike atmosphere. And this poem is one of my favorites. poem."

Jiang Yufei had to admit, "But I don't understand what you're reading."

"It's okay, I'll translate it for you."

"it is good."

Ruan Tianling stared at her with deep and bright eyes, and slowly recited:

"When you are old and gray and sleepy--

Nap by the fire, please take down this poem

……

How many loved your youthful moments, admired your beauty, false and true—

There's only one who loves your pilgrim's soul, the painful lines on your aging face..."

Jiang Yufei opened her eyes slightly, and was suddenly shocked.