The original text and translation of Wild Honeysuckle are introduced as follows:
Original text: "Wild Honeysuckle" by Philippe Frenaud.
Translation: Beautiful flower, you are so beautiful, but you are hiding in this secluded and dull place - the sweet flowers are blooming but no one is close to them, and no one is watching the fluttering branches. ; There are no wandering feet to crush you, no hands picking here and there to make you cry. Nature dresses you in pure white, she tells you to avoid the vulgar eyes, she arranges the shade of trees to protect you, and lets the gurgling soft waves flow by your side; your summer disappears quietly like this , at this time you are wilting and will eventually rest in peace.
Those beauties that inevitably fade away make me ecstasy, and I feel sad when I think of your future ending. Other flowers are not more fortunate than you - even though they bloomed in the Garden of Eden, they have withered, and the ruthless frost no longer exists. The power of the autumn wind will cause this flower to disappear without a trace. The rising sun and the late dew raised you and brought your little life into the world. If it didn't exist, you would have nothing to lose, because your death will make you the same as before; it is only an hour between this and the other - —This is the life that the fragile flower enjoys.
"Wild Honeysuckle" is a poem written by American poet Philip Freneau in 1786.
"Wild Honeysuckle" has 24 lines. Lines 1 to 4 describe the disadvantages of secluded flowers and plants, revealing the feeling that no one appreciates them. Lines 5 to 6 describe the benefits of secluded flowers and plants, which seems to be a bit gratifying. Lines 7 to 12 write that although honeysuckle is blessed by nature, the good times do not last long as summer passes and autumn comes. Lines 13 to 18 describe how ruthless autumn frost destroys flowers. Even the flowers in the Garden of Eden are not immune. Lines 19 to 24, this node brings out the theme of the poem: everything must die when it is born, and when it flourishes, it must wither. The blooming and falling of flowers is the law of nature, and there is no need to be sad about it.