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但贵阳城市防空力量过于单薄，只是集中在一些工厂区和重要军政机关，根本遏制不了鬼子飞机对闹市区的轰炸！

在这一片嘈杂声中，梅教授显然没法再静心百~万\小!说，他猛地站了起来，右手紧紧攥着拜伦诗选，左手握成拳头，高高举过头顶，厚厚镜片后面眼睛里充满了血丝，对着空中在高声诵读，鲁雪华听得出来，那是拜伦的名篇哀希腊，头顶敌机的嚎叫、不远处炸弹的震撼，还有凄厉的防空警报声，都不能掩盖梅教授的激越又充满愤怒的吟诵！

The is1es of greece! the is1es of greenetbsp; here burning sappho 1oved and sung,

here gre the arts of apeanetbsp; here de1os rose and phoebus sprung!

eterna1 summer gi1ds them yet,

But a11, exnet, is set.

The snet muse,

The hero's harp, the 1over's 1ute,

have found the fame your shores refuse;

Their p1anete is mute

To sounds hich echo further est

Than your sires' "Is1ands of the B1est."

梅教授那悲愤激越的声音刺痛了每个人的心！这哪里是哀希腊？分明就是哀痛多灾多难的华夏！

透过爆炸声传过来的每一个字，足以让每个血性男儿热血澎湃！鲁雪华和刘玉梅再也忍受不住了，相互对望了一眼，一起从防空洞冲了过去，紧紧依靠在老师的身边，梅教授将拜伦诗选扔在椅子上，一手抓住一个他最钟爱的学生，一起高声背诵诗人拜伦泣血而作的不朽名篇：

The mountains 1ook on marathon

and marathon 1ooks on the sea;

and musing there an hour a1one,

I dream'd that greece might yet be free

For, standing on the persians' grave,

I netot deem myse1f a s1ave.

'Tis something, in the dearth of fame,

Though 1ink'd among a fetter'd ranetbsp; To fee1 at 1east a patriot's shame,