If winter comes, can spring be far behind? If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
The full text is as follows, please pay attention to the last sentence: look up and translate percy bysshe shelley.
Ah, the wild west wind reminds me of the existence of autumn, the wild west wind, you blow the breath of autumn,
You, from the invisible existence, the dead leaves will sweep away the fallen leaves and not show their faces.
Being driven away is like escaping from the possessed ghost, just like the mage driving away a group of ghosts.
Yellow, black, pale and exciting red drove away the yellow, green, red, black and purple groups.
Plague-ridden people: Otto, those monsters infected with the plague-
Who prays on their dark winter beds, ah, you let the seeds fly,
Winged seeds, they lie in cold and low places and fall deeply in the cold soil.
Everyone is like a corpse in a grave, never like a corpse lying in a grave, but once.
Sister Bo Tianqing in spring will blow your blue Dongfeng back,
The horn blew the land of dreams and the silver horn for the sleeping land.
(driving sweet buds like sheep to feed in the air) driving sweet buds like sheep to drink water in the air,
There are plains and hills with lively colors and fragrance: as long as the tender colors are blown everywhere, the fragrance is distributed everywhere.
Wild spirit, it is everywhere; Wild elves! You blow all over the earth,
Destroyers and crushers; Listen, oh, listen! Destroyer and protector, listen-listen to my song!
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Whose river are you on? In the turmoil of the sky, you stir the sky and fly everywhere.
Loose clouds fall off like the planking leaves of the earth, such as fallen leaves; You shook the sky and the sea,
Shake down from the tangled branches of heaven and sea, and don't allow them to tangle in a pile like old trees;
Angels of rain and lightning: there is spread. You drove the rain and electricity away.
I can only see where you are in the blue sky on the blue water where the thin air is surging.
Like bright hair from the head,
A fierce priestess, even on the edge of darkness, is like a priestess who sprinkles gods.
From the horizon to the zenith, she covered her long hair for a long time.
The lock of the coming storm. Your elegy announced the coming of the storm.
In this dying year, on this last night, you sang an elegy to bid farewell to the old times.
It will be the dome of a huge grave, and the sky tonight is like a round grave.
Cover the dark clouds with all your gathered strength,
The steam from its solid atmosphere can't stop the breakthrough of electric fire and hail.
Black rain, fire and hail will break out: there will be even more black rain!
Oh, listen! Oh, listen to my song!
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You wake up from a summer dream, and you disturb the summer dream in the Mediterranean.
The blue Mediterranean, where he lies, is still lying in clear water.
Listening to the lullaby of the waves, hypnotized by the coils of his clear stream, I feel sleepy.
Next to a water pump island in Bahia Bay, under the dim light, it saw the stone island outside Nanguo Port.
In the scorching sun, I saw ancient palaces and terraces in my sleep.
Trembling in the intentional days of life, throwing shadows into the sea,
They are all covered with blue moss and flowers, and the walls are covered with flowers and moss.
Such a sweet, vague feeling depicts them! You, the smell is intoxicating, just think about it!
Your arrival is too westernized and shocking for a powerful country on the Atlantic coast.
Split them into cracks, and far below, they divide the sea in two and clear the way for you.
Sea flowers and mud pass through the forest, and there are Qiongzhi Yushu on the seabed.
You know, although the ocean diving is deep, I will forgive you when I hear your excuse.
Your voice, suddenly turned gray and scared, just smelled the voice and changed color, only one after another.
Trembling, trembling: Oh, listen! Tremble.-Oh, listen to my song!
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If I am a dead leaf, you can bear it; If I can be a fallen leaf, you can float freely,
If I were a cloud, I could fly with them; If I were a cloud, I could fly with you.
A wave breathes, shares or rolls under your power,
The impulse of your strength, if I can have your spirit and momentum, will only be less free,
Than you, oh, out of control! If it's even, even if it's not as free as yours,
I am still a teenager, or I may be, but as long as I can find my childlike innocence,
Your partner who travels all over heaven, I can travel with you in the sky,
Just like then, when you exceed your speed, it is not necessarily a dream to catch up with you.
Scarcity seems to be a vision; I wouldn't be so depressed,
Just like they prayed in my pain. Please come and help me!
Oh, lift me up like waves, leaves and clouds! Oh, take me away, like fallen leaves, waves and flowing clouds!
I fell on the thorns of life! I am bleeding! I fell on the thorn tree of life, covered in blood!
The heavy time has locked me, and the curved years are as heavy as chains, oppressing my soul.
One is like them: unruly, quick and proud. It turns out to be the same as you: arrogant, elegant and unruly.
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Let me be your harp, just like the forest; Let me be your harp, just like the forest.
What if my leaves fall like it! Even if we all have fallen leaves, what's the harm
Your powerful voice of harmony has rotted the autumn spots on our bodies,
Will draw from the deep autumn tone, add a deep echo to your crazy singing,
There is sweetness in sadness. Be you, fierce, sweet and lonely soul. Give me your quick energy!
My spirit! Be me, impulsive person! Heroic spirit, turn into me, borrow your edge,
Sweep my dead thoughts across the universe, sweep my decadent thoughts from the universe,
Just like withered leaves, accelerate rebirth! Sweep away dead leaves and stimulate new life;
With the spell of this poem, with my spell-like rhyme,
Spread out, from an unlit heart, just like sparks from an eternal fire furnace.
Ashes and sparks, my words in mankind! Spread my words in the crowd!
Wake up the earth through my lips, cough the sleeping earth with my mouth,
The horn of prophecy! Oh, wind, blow a prophecy! Ah, the west wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Winter has come, can spring be far behind?