Pompey

The splendor of ancient Rome,

has become,

The vicissitudes of the past,

How many centuries later,

It still makes many people yearn for it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The illusion floats and unfolds instantly,

In an instant I saw,

Pompeii, a small seaside city,

It's a busy time.

The sea is blue,

The seagulls hovered gently,

Palm trees swaying gently,

A gentle wind blew through the air.

Fruit markets in the city,

The sound of bidding comes and goes,

wholesale merchants and hawkers,

Because a silver coin made his face red,

began to argue,

The peddler stretched his neck and shook his arms,

The wholesaler shook his head loudly and loudly.

The porters were busy loading the wine into the wagons,

The coachman raised his whip,

A shout,

The carriage 'rumbled' and galloped past.

The market is full of noise and noise,

On the opposite marble staircase,

And a singer held the harp,

Singing sad songs.

Golden hair hanging low on the chest,

Eyelashes flicker up and down,

Delicate style,

With that beautiful singing,

It attracted many people to stop and watch.

Several gorgeously dressed women approached,

The dress gently shook off the wisps of fragrance,

The red veil floats in the wind,

Flirtatious gaze to the crowd.

Like silver shine to the world,

Immediately it was like a dream,

That feeling of being fascinated,

Suddenly hit the heart.

The pottery is full of all kinds of goods,

They come from all over the country,

to meet the needs of the citizens,

Enrich daily life,

Prospered the economy of Pompeii.

Businessmen speaking in various tones,

Dressed in colorful clothes,

Although they belong to different races,

But they all came here for a common purpose.

Chase money and make huge profits.

Bustling crowds gather in the market,

The wagon carries the goods without stopping for a moment,

The slave owner and his slaves,

The consul and his officials.

Freemen and artisan handymen,

All walks of life, three religions and nine streams,

There is a difference between dignity and inferiority.

The sun is shining,

White clouds soar in the free sky,

The view of everything around,

Like a gorgeous oil painting,

On the screen, there is a beautiful rainbow of clouds.

Not far from the small city of Pompeii there is an undulating mountain,

The trees are verdant,

The birds sing merrily in the woods,

In its tactful singing,

Unleash the vitality of youth.

The blocks are neat and the roads are well-developed.

In the heart of the street,

A radiant statue standing,

With a sword in hand,

Dressed in fluttering clothes,

Look into the distance.

Magnificent theater,

Classical opera is being staged,

The sound of nature,

Echo above the sky.

Between the columns,

People come and go,

Vendors peddling snacks are shouting loudly,

The sun shining overhead,

It made everyone can't open their eyes.

The rich man's seaside villa,

A piece of gold,

The swimming pool is sparkling with sparkling waves,

They wander in the waves,

The waves are splashing, surging with joy,

The dream of the soul flies in the waves.

Blue seaside,

Gathered large and small sea ships,

The gentle sea breeze brings humid air,

Countless sails flutter in the sea breeze.

The sailors shouted rough slogans on the ship,

Fresh marine fish,

Basket by basket was carried ashore,

The sailor's strong arms, strong and powerful,

Bronzed skin absorbs too much sunlight.

The young poet is full of feelings,

The inspiration in my heart suddenly appeared,

Hurriedly find the pen,

Willful on paper,

A hymn with a beautiful rhyme,

Born at the end of the pen.

Pompeii is fascinating,

Full of vitality,

Hear cheerful singing in your ears,

There is a feeling that always haunts people's dreams,

It's a beauty that's hard to describe.

On this day,

The atmosphere of harmony and tranquility was suddenly broken,

The pool in the pool shook violently,

The horses raised their front hooves and neighed in the sky,

Flocks of panicked birds flew out of the woods,

Flapping his wings and fleeing in all directions.

This was followed by a violent shaking,

People stand unsteadily, stumble,

'Boom' sound,

From the depths of the earth to the surface.

Sudden earthquakes,

Overwhelm people,

Numerous cracks appeared in the ground at once,

The house fell into decay in an instant,

Clay pots and utensils fall to the ground and shatter.

People exclaimed loudly and ran around,

A look of horror was written on the cheeks of helplessness.

The strong earthquake did not last long,

Pompeii regained its former calm.

Some people because their homes were destroyed,

Choose to leave,

But more people don't want to leave their homes,

Choose to stay.

The earthquake only destroyed part of the building,

didn't do much damage to Pompeii,

In the ruins people are constantly busy,

Repair of destroyed houses.

But people never imagined that

It's just a little prelude,

Stronger eruptions can happen at any time,

The opposite mountain is an active volcano,

A thousand years ago, it spewed out lava.

Mount Vesuvius is coming to the end of its dormant period,

The signs of eruptions are already very obvious,

The inhabitants of Pompeii,

I don't know that I live at the foot of this active volcano,

It began to re-activate,

A human catastrophe is brewing.

Violent shaking struck again,

Vesuvius spewed a lot of smoke,

The whole mountain is shaking violently,

Seismic waves spread to every corner of Pompeii.

People look up at the horizon,

found that at this moment the sun lost its brilliance,

The clear sky is getting darker and darker,

It was quickly obscured by thick smoke.

Rock debris mixed with smoke poured in.

Volcanic ash soars into the sky,

The high cloud column is tens of kilometers long,

The smoke forms a spectacular snow-capped mountain,

Collapsed in an instant, like a waterfall pouring down,

Rubble rained down on people's heads.

The inhabitants of Pompeii have found that disaster has struck,

Covering his head and starting to hide in Tibet,

Volcanic ash wrapped in debris split the surface,

There was a violent popping sound in the air.

Some of them ran out of the city,

The woman stumbled with her child in hand,

Young people, old people crowded the streets,

Tear each other apart.

These people didn't go far,

was buried by the scorching volcanic ash,

The body is carbonized and turned black,

The scorching air melted everything.

More people choose to hide in the city,

The hawker hurriedly put away the change on the desk,

In your own purse,

The rich man shook his fat body,

Running home with a gold ring on his hand,

Climb into the cash drawer and run towards the basement.

Even at this moment,

Money is still very important to them.

Even if you throw away your life, you don't hesitate to do it.

The consuls of Pompeii led their wives who were already pregnant,

In the villa for a while,

Finally found his seal,

With jewels in his arms,

Cold sweat oozing from his forehead,

I was so anxious that I was circling around the room.

The delicate wife shouted at him: "

Run,

The basement is probably the safest! ”

Many people came with it,

The Archon's Basement,

There were slaves, there were rich merchants,

There are also freedmen and peddlers doing business.

The eruption of Mount Vesuvius is becoming more and more violent,

The air is full of choking smells,

People naturally fall into two groups,

On one side are officials and wealthy merchants,

On one side are the poor.

People can only be illuminated by the faint light of the fire,

each other's faces,

Intense fear spreads through the crowd,

The woman snuggles up to the man,

A pair of small hands grasped his clothes,

His body began to tremble.

The hawker clutches his money bag,

Swallowing saliva, looking flustered,

Several of the believers had words in their mouths,

All the time begging for God.

The rich man holds the cash box and refuses to put it down,

lest someone take advantage of the chaos and steal money,

Make him like a poor man,

The samurai held a scimitar studded with jewels,

There was confusion in his eyes.

The consul holds the seal in one hand,

Holding his pregnant wife in one hand,

Comfort her that all will pass,

Hold on,

Perhaps the catastrophe wouldn't have been so crazy......

The whole of Pompeii was completely buried by volcanic ash,

All life is destroyed,

There were only 48 people in the basement,

Struggling on the brink of life and death.

As time passes by second by second,

From hopefulness to utter despair......

In the end everyone died silently,

Mount Vesuvius devours all life,

The clouds spewed by the volcano drifted far, far away.

Falling volcanic ash,

Burn everything, melt, melt,

Under the shroud of heat and dust,

Pompeii has disappeared since then,

It has been wiped out in the world......