Jiang Yufei wanted to look away, but the scene 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 heard of William Butler Yeats's poems?" Ruan Tianling raised his eyes and asked her.
Jiang Yufei shook her head. She had no research on foreign literature. When she was in college, she dealt with calculation formulas and all kinds of boring data every day, and she had very little contact with domestic literature, let alone foreign literature.
Ruan Tianling raised his lips and smiled: "It doesn't matter if you don't know, I can read it to you."
Jiang Yufei nodded.
Ruan Tianling's eyes fell on the page full of 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 was reading English, and the English letters on the pages were in quill letter font.
It is one of the most gorgeous fonts in the West.
The font has smooth lines and is full of aristocratic atmosphere.
Jiang Yufei has always liked this font. Now, listening to Ruan Tianling reading it in a low and magnetic voice, she felt that the whole world had stopped.
In the world, only his lazy and hoarse voice was left, as well as 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 and could not dissipate for a long time.
"Does it sound good?" he asked.
Jiang Yufei smiled and nodded: "It sounds good."
His voice was beautiful. Although his voice was a bit lazy, it sounded to her like the most beautiful recitation in the world.
Although she couldn't understand what he was reading, she felt the feeling.
"This must be a very romantic poem." Jiang Yufei said with a smile, this is what she felt.
"anything else?"
"It is still a poem full of magnificence and nobility, and feels very dreamy and beautiful."
Ruan Tianling smiled and nodded: "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 are reading."
"It's okay, I'll translate it for you."
"good."
Ruan Tianling stared at her with deep and bright eyes and slowly recited:
"When you get old, your hair turns gray, and your sleep becomes drowsy -
Doze by the fire, please take down this hymn
…
How many people love you when you are young and happy, and admire your beauty, pretense and sincerity——
There is only one person who loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face..."
Jiang Yufei opened her eyes slightly, and was suddenly shocked.