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    One of the Demon Guardians - Neruda

    Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), formerly known as Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basso Alto, is a contemporary Chilean poet who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971.  ¡¾r />

    Neruda was born in Parral, a small town in central Chile. His father was a railway worker and his mother was a primary school teacher.  Shortly after Neruda was born, his mother died of severe tuberculosis. When he was two years old, Neruda moved with his father to the city of Temuco, where his father married a woman.  Neruda loved his stepmother very much, and many of his later poems were dedicated to this mother.

    Neruda began writing poetry when he was 10 years old. In 1916, he met the first teacher in his life, the Chilean poet Gabriela Mistral. Gabriela gave Neruda a great influence on his literary creation.  gave him a lot of encouragement.

    In 1971, when Neruda won the Nobel Prize for Literature, he said that the prize should belong to Gabriela.

    At the age of 13, Neruda published his first article in the magazine "Tomorrow".

    In 1920, Neruda began to publish short articles and poems in Selva Ostar magazine. In order to avoid arousing his father's dissatisfaction, he gave himself the pen name Neruda after the surnames of the Czech poets he admired, Jan and Neruda.  Da.

    Four years later, Neruda gained great fame with his collection of poems "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair".

    In 1927, the 23-year-old Neruda was appointed by the Chilean government as the consul to Burma. In the next eight years, he visited Ceylon, Java, Singapore, Buenos Aires, Barcelona and Madrid.

    During this period, Neruda published "The Passionate Thrower" and "The Inhabitant of the Land". These two collections of poems contained a breakthrough, not only in writing skills, but also in thought.

    When the Spanish Civil War broke out, a friend of Neruda.  The Spanish poet Lorca was murdered. These two events deeply affected Neruda and led him to devote himself to the cause of the democratic movement.

    When Neruda was appointed as ambassador to France, he helped a large number of Spanish refugees settle in Chile.

    In 1942, Neruda wrote a long poem praising the Soviet Red Army¡¯s battle in Stalingrad. In the same year, he joined the Communist Party.

    In 1945, Neruda was elected to Congress. He openly opposed President Videla and the Chilean government controlled by right-wing extremists.  He was expelled from the country and fled to Mexico in 1949 after hiding in Chile for two years.

    During this period, Neruda traveled to the Soviet Union, where he received a warm welcome.  During the second half of Neruda's exile, he lived in a small town near the sea in Italy.  There he went to the beach every day to listen to the sound of the sea and write poems.

    When the battle against Videla's forces was victorious in Chile and the order to arrest left-wingers was revoked, Neruda returned to Chile after a long absence.

    In 1953, Neruda won the Stalin Prize. At that time, the situation in the Soviet literary world was tense and the government implemented an ideological dictatorship.  Bastnac, the author of "Doctor Zivago", was branded reactionary and expelled.

    Neruda reflected on his Marxist ideals in his 1958 anthology Indulgence.  In 1957, he was arrested during a visit to Buenos Aires.

    After that, Neruda began to travel, he went to Cuba and the United States.  When Salvador Allende was elected president in 1970, Neruda was appointed Chilean ambassador to France.

    Neruda died of leukemia in 1973.  Shortly before his death.  There was a coup in Chile and Allende died in the coup.  Neruda's two homes in Chile were looted.

    Neruda¡¯s life has two themes, one is politics and the other is love.

    His early collection of love poems, Twenty Love Songs and a Song of Despair, is considered one of his most famous works.

    In 1930, Neruda married the Dutch Maria Hagenauer in Java. They had great ideological differences. Nine years later, the two divorced.

    After that, Neruda spent some time with a French girl.  In 1943, Neruda married his second wife, the Argentinian painter Carrel, but they divorced in 1955.

    A few years later, Neruda met the love of his life, the Chilean female singer Urrutia. In 1960, Neruda dedicated "One Hundred Love Sonnets" to Urrutia. He believed that  Urrutia is most similar to him. They are both children from the land of Chile. Urrutia is his love and inspiration.  They got married in 1966 and lived a happy married life.

    Mathilde: The name of a plant, rock, or wine, the name of something that began in the land and lasted in the land:

    The light of day dawns when it grows, and the light of lemons bursts in its summer.

    Wooden ships sailed past this name, and fire-blue waves surrounded them: its letters were the river water rushing through my parched heart.

    ?Ah, the name exposed among the tangled vines is like a door to a secret tunnel - to the fragrance of the world.

    O, attack me with your hot mouth, or interrogate me with your night eyes¡ªbut let me sail in and sleep on your name.

    Bitter love, violet crowned with thorns, bush full of stinging passion, spear of sorrow, corolla of wrath, by what path did you conquer my soul?

    Why do you so quickly pour out your tender fire on the cold branches and leaves of my life?  Who showed you the way?  What flowers, what rocks, what smoke lead you to where I live?

    The terrible night did tremble, and then the dawn filled all the goblets with wine, and the sun announced its presence to the world; while at the same time, the cruel love haunted me endlessly, until it used the sharp sword  , pierce me with thorns and open an anxious path in my heart.

    You will remember the running stream, where the sweet fragrance rose and trembled, and sometimes a bird flew in, dressed in water color and leisurely: winter clothes.

    You will remember the gifts given by the earth: the unforgettable fragrance, the golden soil, the wild grass in the bushes, the wildly spreading roots, and the wonderful thorns as sharp as swords.

    You will remember the bouquets you picked, bouquets of shadows and still waters, bouquets of frothy stones.

    That time seems unprecedented, and it seems to be like this all the time: we go to the place where nothing is waiting, only to find that everything is waiting there.

    Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and raised its whisper to my thirsty lips: it might be the sound of crying rain, a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Something which sounds deep and secret, covered by the earth, ah, a cry that is obscured by the vastness of autumn, by the half-hidden leaves, the damp gloom.

    When I woke up from the forest where I was dreaming, the twigs of the hazel tree sang under my tongue, and its floating fragrance climbed through my clear heart, as if the roots I had abandoned suddenly came to find me again, the country that passed away with my childhood.  ¡ª¡ªI stopped, hurt by the wandering aroma.

    ¡°Come with me, I say¡ªno one knows where my pain lies, or how it throbs, no one sends me carnations or barcarolles, except the wounds opened by love.

    I said again: Come with me, just like my last words, no one saw the moon bleeding in my mouth, no one saw the blood rising towards silence.  Oh my love, now we can forget about the thorny stars.

    That's why, when I hear your voice say "Let it be" again, it feels like you've released the sorrow, love, and anger imprisoned by wine,

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? rising from the depths of the cellar: my mouth tastes of fire again, of blood and carnations, of rocks and burns.

    The waves break on the restless rocks, where a bright light bursts out, a rose blooms, the circumference of the sea shrinks to a bud, and falls as a drop of blue salt.

    Oh, magnolia blooming in the foam, charming passer-by, its death blooms and disappears - appearing and disappearing again and again: the broken salt, the dizzying movement of the sea.
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