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Wild autumn wind, you autumn elf!
Didn't see you, the dead leaves have been swept away,
Like a bunch of ghosts who run away without seeing the mage-
They are either brown and black, or pale and flush.
This is indeed a large area suffering from plague; You ah,
You send flying seeds to winter,
Let them sleep in the dark underground,
Like a corpse lying in its own grave,
Until your blue spring sister.
Blow the horn of fantasy,
Let the flock of buds suck the atmosphere,
Let Shan Ye be full of color and fragrance.
Wild soul, you wander around,
It is both destructive and protective.
Oh, listen!
2
You, the chaotic cloud is the messenger of rain and lightning.
It is on the rapids that you shake the sky.
Lightning is washed away like dead leaves on a tree,
It also plummeted from the intricate branches of the sky and the sea:
It's like a violent Dionysian priestess
Take her silver hair away from the dark horizon
Up into the sky, I saw similar hair.
In your surging blue sky,
Announce that a storm is coming. The old days are fading away,
You are its elegy, and the closed night.
It is a huge mausoleum connected with the sky.
Put all the water vapor you collect in a cage,
And black rain, electric fire and hail will also come from
Generation arrival in this thick cloud.
Oh, listen!
three
You, on the Pumice Island in Baya Bay.
The Mediterranean quietly listens to the sound of blue waves,
Gradually advance its summer dream,
Sleeping only under the waves,
Trembling in ancient palaces and castles—
The walls are covered with youthful moss and wild flowers.
Just think about the fragrance and your heart will be intoxicated!
You woke it up again. To make way for you,
The flat Atlantic Ocean has deep trenches,
In its depths, those underwater flower trees,
A muddy jungle with branches, leaves and sap.
I can recognize your phone right away,
Suddenly, he began to shrink and wither with shock.
Even the color becomes dark. Oh, listen!
four
If I were a dead leaf held up by you;
If I were a cloud, I would fly with you;
If the waves breathe under your power,
Share your powerful impulse, that freedom, oh!
Second only to the unruly you; If I still
In my childhood, I was still able to do this.
When you invite you to swim in the sky, your faithful partner-
Because at that time, it may not be as fast as you.
This is a dream; Then I wouldn't be so cruel,
There's no need to beg you like this. Please lift me up,
Oh, imagine me as a dead leaf, a cloud or a wave!
I, falling on the thorns of life, dripping with blood!
I, too much like you: stubborn, agile, arrogant,
But the burden of years has bound me and crushed me.
five
Let me be your harp like a forest,
Bona, my leaves have fallen like leaves in the forest!
These two beautiful and sad sounds of late autumn.
Your roaring symphony will cover it.
I wish I had your strong spirit!
I hope that you are me!
Please sweep my dead thoughts from the universe,
Just like you sweep the fallen leaves to promote new life!
By the spell in my poem
Spread my words around the world,
Like a spark from an unlit stove!
May you blow loudly with my mouth.
Let the horn of prophecy ring!
Oh, west wind, if winter comes,
spring
Can it be far behind?