第180章 仰天长啸（1/2）
作者：纳心
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但贵阳城市防空力量过于单薄，只是集中在一些工厂区和重要军政机关，根本遏制不了鬼子飞机对闹市区的轰炸！
在这一片嘈杂声中，梅教授显然没法再静心看书，他猛地站了起来，右手紧紧攥着《拜伦诗选》，左手握成拳头，高高举过头顶，厚厚镜片后面眼睛里充满了血丝，对着空中在高声诵读，鲁雪华听得出来，那是拜伦的名篇《哀希腊》，头顶敌机的嚎叫、不远处炸弹的震撼，还有凄厉的防空警报声，都不能掩盖梅教授的激越又充满愤怒的吟诵！
the isles of greece! the isles of greece!
where burning sappho loved and sung,
where grew the arts of war and peace,---
where delos rose and phoebus sprung!
eternal summer gilds them yet,
but all, except their sun, is set.
the scian and the teian muse,
the hero's harp, the lover's lute,
h**e found the fame your shores refuse;
their place of birth alone is mute
to sounds which echo further west
than your sires' \"islands of the blest.\"
梅教授那悲愤激越的声音刺痛了每个人的心！这哪里是哀希腊？分明就是哀痛多灾多难的华夏！
透过爆炸声传过来的每一个字，足以让每个血性男儿热血澎湃！鲁雪华和刘玉梅再也忍受不住了，相互对望了一眼，一起从防空洞冲了过去，紧紧依靠在老师的身边，梅教授将《拜伦诗选》扔在椅子上，一手抓住一个他最钟爱的学生，一起高声背诵诗人拜伦泣血而作的不朽名篇：
the mountains look on marathon---
and marathon looks on the sea;
and musing there an hour alone,
i dream'd that greece might yet be free
for, standing on the persians' gr**e,
i could not deem myself a sl**e.
~~~
'tis something, in the dearth of fame,
though link'd among a fetter'd race,
to feel at least a patriot's shame,
even as i sing, suffus
但贵阳城市防空力量过于单薄，只是集中在一些工厂区和重要军政机关，根本遏制不了鬼子飞机对闹市区的轰炸！
在这一片嘈杂声中，梅教授显然没法再静心看书，他猛地站了起来，右手紧紧攥着《拜伦诗选》，左手握成拳头，高高举过头顶，厚厚镜片后面眼睛里充满了血丝，对着空中在高声诵读，鲁雪华听得出来，那是拜伦的名篇《哀希腊》，头顶敌机的嚎叫、不远处炸弹的震撼，还有凄厉的防空警报声，都不能掩盖梅教授的激越又充满愤怒的吟诵！
the isles of greece! the isles of greece!
where burning sappho loved and sung,
where grew the arts of war and peace,---
where delos rose and phoebus sprung!
eternal summer gilds them yet,
but all, except their sun, is set.
the scian and the teian muse,
the hero's harp, the lover's lute,
h**e found the fame your shores refuse;
their place of birth alone is mute
to sounds which echo further west
than your sires' \"islands of the blest.\"
梅教授那悲愤激越的声音刺痛了每个人的心！这哪里是哀希腊？分明就是哀痛多灾多难的华夏！
透过爆炸声传过来的每一个字，足以让每个血性男儿热血澎湃！鲁雪华和刘玉梅再也忍受不住了，相互对望了一眼，一起从防空洞冲了过去，紧紧依靠在老师的身边，梅教授将《拜伦诗选》扔在椅子上，一手抓住一个他最钟爱的学生，一起高声背诵诗人拜伦泣血而作的不朽名篇：
the mountains look on marathon---
and marathon looks on the sea;
and musing there an hour alone,
i dream'd that greece might yet be free
for, standing on the persians' gr**e,
i could not deem myself a sl**e.
~~~
'tis something, in the dearth of fame,
though link'd among a fetter'd race,
to feel at least a patriot's shame,
even as i sing, suffus