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艾青的诗（Ai Qings Poetry） Ai Qing big fight in ancient Rome source: poems the time: 2004-05-23 Click: maybe you have seen Such a scene - In a small round jar Two crickets in the fight, Both sides were stirring their wings Make a loud noise of metal, Look into each other Its a scuffle and a crash, After a long contest, There is always one stronger Rip off the other leg Bite to eat -- until death Large technical field of ancient Rome Thats what it looks like, Everyone can imagine What a heroic scenery. Ancient Rome is a famous seven mountain city In the east of the Palatine Hill In the north of the Scilly mountain In the south of the mountain forest in Esther The middle of that basin Theres one -- maybe The biggest fighting farm in the world, Its like a round old castle Its a four story building from a distance, There are dozens of tall doors and windows on each floor Inside the circumference is a stone stand It can hold about one hundred thousand people to watch. Think of the days when fighting skills were held Maybe its a happy day, Its more exciting here than to go to the temple fair People in ancient Rome wore festive costumes From all directions, towards here It was a sea of people -- the whole city was jubilant Its like celebrating victory in Asia and Africa In fact, just to see a cruel tragedy Arouse ones joy from the sufferings of others. The sound of a trumpet Death comes on All gladiators are slaves Choose a robust and strong They were captives of the defeated nation Already broken, broken up, Now escorted to the battle field Equal to execution without declaring death penalty Faced with the slaughter of the outcome Like a barn like cattle; Those who fight each other have no enmity But arranged the same fate, Use an innocent hand To kill innocent people; Know that you are bound to die Pinning his hopes on the nose; Fight with beasts sometimes Beast no matter how full it is Or the hungry are terrible - What it craves is warm blood, Slaves here, even with courage C