Ask Sylvia Plath "Dad" to be as detailed as possible, in Chinese! ! ! Hurry up, thank you.

My Polish friend.

It is said that there are more than a dozen.

So I never know where you are.

Put your feet, your roots,

I've never talked to you.

My tongue is stuck in my chin.

It got stuck in barbed wire.

I, I, I, I,

I can hardly speak.

I thought every German was you.

And the language is obscene

Engine, engine

Kill me like a Jew.

A Jew went to Dachau, Auschwitz and Barzen.

I started talking like a Jew.

I think I'm probably Jewish.

Snow in Tyrol, clear beer in Vienna.

Not very pure or true.

My gypsy ancestor and my strange luck

My taro bag and taro bag

I may be a little Jewish.

I've been afraid of you,

Take your air force, your gobbledygook.

And your neat beard

Your Aryan eyes, bright blue.

Armored man, armored man, you-

Not God, but Nazi symbol.

It's so dark that no sky can pass through.

Every woman worships fascism,

Kick it in the face, beast

The cruel heart of a cruel man like you.

You stand in front of the blackboard, dad,

In the photo I gave you,

The crack in your chin, not your foot.

But he is also a devil, no, no.

Not to mention the black man.

Bite my beautiful red heart in half.

I was ten when they buried you.

At the age of twenty, I tried to die.

Come back to you.

I thought even bones could do it.

But they pulled me out of the bag,

They glued me together.

Then I knew what to do.

I made a model of you,

A man in black with my expression of struggle

Love of shelves and screws.

I said I do, I do.

Dad, I finally finished.

The black phone was cut off at the root,

The sound just doesn't come in.

If I kill one person, I kill two—

The vampire who said he was yours.

Drinking my blood for a year,

Seven years, if you want to know.

Dad, you can lie down.

There's a stake in your fat, black heart

The villagers never liked you.

They dance and stomp on you.

They always knew it was you.

Dad, dad, you bastard, I've had enough.