Chapter 606: Chapter 606: The Best Recitation in the World_1
Jian Yufei wanted to look away, but his hand flipping through the pages had a certain beauty to it that was inexplicably enchanting.
Her eyes burned, dazzled by the pleasant sight.
“Have you ever heard a poem from William Butler Yeats?” Ruan Tianling asked as he looked up at her.
Jian Yufei shook her head as she had no knowledge of foreign literature. During her college years, she focused her time on complex math equations and dry data, she barely even touched local literature, let alone foreign.
Ruan Tianling smiled slightly, “It’s alright if you don’t know. I can read it to you.”
Ruan Tianling’s eyes fell upon the page filled with English letters, and he began to recite slowly.
“When you are old and gray and full of sleep——”
“And nodding by the fire, take down this book”
He recited in English, the English alphabets on the page were in the form of calligraphic script.
The script was one of the most beautiful fonts in the western world.
The font was smooth and filled with a noble aura.
Jian Yufei had always admired this font, she found herself engulfed by silence as Ruan Tianling continued to recite with his deep, magnetic voice.
In the world around them, only his languid voice remained, and the beautifully calligraphic font imprinted on the book’s title page.
“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 faded with the end of the recital. However, his fluent English resonated in her ears long after he had finished.
“Did it sound nice?” He asked.
Jian Yufei nodded and replied with a smile, “It was beautiful.”
It was his voice that she found beautiful. Even though there was a hint of laziness in his tone, she believed it to be the most enchanting recitation she had ever heard.
Although she couldn’t understand the content, she could discern a distinct feeling.
“This must be a very romantic poem,” Jian Yufei said with a laugh, emphasizing the feeling she got from it.
“And then, it must be a poem filled with grandeur and nobility, a poem that feels dreamlike and beautifully surreal.”
Ruan Tianling nodded, “You’re right. William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet. His early work was of the romantic style, grand and gorgeous. He excelled at creating a dreamlike atmosphere. As for this poem, it’s my favorite.”
Jian Yufei had to admit, “I couldn’t understand the content of your recitation.”
“That’s okay, I can translate it for you.” He said.
The intensity masked behind Ruan Tianling’s deep yet bright eyes stared at her as he slowly began his recitation.
“When you’re old, hair turning gray, asleep in a haze——.”
“Nodding by the fire, please pick up this book of poetry——”
“How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with both feigned and true love——”
“Yet only one loved the pilgrim soul in you, And the sorrows etched on your changing face with age…”
Jian Yufei’s eyes widened slightly as she felt a jolt inside her heart.