On maya angelou's I Still Rise

I don't want to write a poem today, but I want to translate Maya Angelou's I Still Rise.

Maya is an outstanding African-American woman, a playwright, poet, director and social activist, leaving many classic works. She has been a fighter all her life, fighting for the legitimate rights and interests of women and ethnic minorities. She was a comrade-in-arms of Martin Luther King. She recited poetry at Michael Jackson's funeral and was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom. ...

Maya died on 20 14, and her poem "I still rise" inspired countless people. The English original and Chinese translation are listed below in turn. Please correct me if the translation is not good.

I'm still on the rise-Maya Angelou's poems

You can write me down in history.

With your painful twisted lies,

You can step on me in the dirt.

But, like dust, I will rise.

Did my rudeness upset you?

Why are you troubled by depression?

Because I walk like an oil well.

Pump water in my living room.

Just like the moon and the sun,

With the arrival of the tide,

Just like high hopes,

I will still rise.

Do you want to see me collapse?

Keep your head down?

Shoulders fall like tears.

Weakened by my affectionate cry.

Did my arrogance offend you?

Don't you think it's difficult?

Because I laughed like there was a gold mine.

Digging in my own backyard.

You can shoot me with your words,

You can hurt me with your eyes,

You can kill me with your hatred,

But, like air, I will rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Is this a surprise?

I dance as if I had diamonds.

At the intersection of my thighs?

Out of the hut of historical shame

I stood up.

Get out of the painful past

I stood up.

I am a black ocean, jumping and wide,

I endured the surging tide.

Leave a night of terror and fear

I stood up.

An unusually clear dawn

I stood up.

With a gift from my ancestors,

I am a slave's dream and hope.

I stood up.

I stood up.

I stood up.

I will still rise-Cao Qiushuo? translate

You can write me down in history.

With your painful twisted lies

You can trample on me like mud.

However, like dust, I will still rise.

Did my rudeness confuse you?

Why are you so depressed?

Oh, because I walk like an oil well.

In my living room.

Like the setting of the moon and the rising of the sun.

Will cause tides.

It's like hope rushing to the highlands like spring.

I will still rise

Do you want to see me black and blue?

Despair,

Cut your shoulder like tears,

The crying of the soul depresses me?

Did my pride offend you?

Don't be too disappointed.

Oh, because I have hearty laughter.

It's like digging a gold mine in your backyard

You can shoot me with words.

You can cut me with your eyes.

You can kill me with hatred.

However, like air, I will still rise.

Does my sexy charm confuse you?

Does my dancing surprise you?

Because I'm radiant.

Like a diamond between your legs!

Out of the hut of historical shame

I stood up.

Beyond the deep-rooted and painful past

I stood up.

I am a vast and surging black ocean.

Piloting Ling Bo, wreaking havoc.

Leave the night of fear behind.

I stood up.

Run towards the bright dawn

I stood up.

With the strength given by our ancestors

I am a slave's dream and hope.

I stood up.

I stood up.

I stood up.

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