Ah, the wild west wind, the breath of autumn thoughts, ah, the wild west wind, the breath of autumn life,
You, a dead leaf from an invisible existence. You are invisible, but the dead leaves are swept away by you.
Being driven away, like a ghost fleeing from an enchantment, like an elf flying away from a mage singing,
Yellow, black, pale, excited red, yellow, black, gray, red tuberculosis,
Plague-ridden crowd: Ah, you? People infected with the plague have fallen leaves and scattered: oh, it's you,
Who drove the chariot to their dark winter bed and drove the winged seeds?
Winged seeds, they lie in cold and low places. On the bed in the dark winter, they just lie there,
Each one is like a corpse in the grave until it is like a dead hole in the grave, cold, hidden and low,
Spring will blow your blue sister thin until spring, when your blue sister sleeps on the earth.
Blow her loud horn on the dreamy land.
Drive sweet buds to feed in the air like sheep. Drive sweet buds to feed and drink in the air like herding sheep.
Fill the plains and hills with vivid colors and smells: fill the peaks and plains with colors and fragrances;
Wild spirit, it is everywhere; Wild spirit, you travel everywhere;
Destroyer and protector; Listen, oh, listen! Destroyer and Protector: Listen, you listen!
the second part
Whose stream are you on? In the turmoil of the sky, there is a huge stream in the sky above your stream.
Loose clouds are like fallen leaves on the earth, and chaotic clouds are like withered leaves on the earth.
Shake down from the tangled branches of heaven and ocean, and be blown down from the tangled branches of heaven and ocean by the west wind!
Angels of rain and lightning: there is spread. Be messengers of rain and electricity: they fall,
On the thin blue sea, on your ethereal blue waves,
Like bright hair from the head, like a crazy woman's fluttering hair flashing,
Some fierce priestesses, even from the dim edge. ? From the distant and blurred edge of the sky.
The height from the horizon to the zenith? Reaching the sky, swaying everywhere,
The lock of the coming storm. You elegy. ? Curly hair wants a thunderstorm, for the coming year.
In this year that is about to pass away, in this night that is about to end. You sang Corona Herr, and this dense night.
It will be the dome of a huge tomb. Will be the dome of a huge tomb,
Hold it up with all your gathered strength. This is the condensation of your strength.
Steam, from whose solid atmosphere. That's your natural gas. It will gush out of it.
Black rain, fire and hail will break out: Oh, listen! Black Rain, Hail and Flame: Oh, listen!
the third part
You wake up from a summer dream. It's you, you woke up the blue Mediterranean.
The blue Mediterranean, where is he lying? It's been sleeping all summer,
Hypnotized by the coils of his crystal stream, hypnotized by the rotation of clear water,
Next to a pumice island in Bahia Bay? On the pumice island in Baya Bay,
Seeing ancient palaces and towers in his sleep, he dreamed of ancient palaces and pavilions.
Trembling in rough days? Shaking in the waves reflected in the water sky,
Covered with moss and flowers? They are all covered with moss and flowers.
Such a sweet, vague feeling depicts them! You, that smell is really charming! Well, here you are,
Whose road is powered by the water level in the Atlantic Ocean? ? Get out of the way, the rough waves of the Atlantic Ocean.
Split them into cracks, and far below, split yourself into two sides and fall deeply into the abyss.
Flowers and muddy forests in the ocean, flowers and plants in the ocean and muddy forests.
Leaves without juice in the ocean. ? Although the branches and leaves are sparse, there is no energy.
Your voice suddenly turned gray and scared? Hearing your voice, they turned blue with fear.
Trembling and despair: Oh, listen! ? Trembling and automatically contracting at the same time: Oh, listen!
Section iv
If I am a dead leaf, you can bear it; If I were a fallen leaf, I would float with you;
If I were a cloud, I would fly with you; If I were a floating cloud flying with you; ?
A wave breathes and shares under your power, or a wave rolls under your power.
The impulse of your strength is just not so free. If I could have your keenness and drive.
Than you, oh, out of control! If it's even. Even if it's not as free as yours.
I'm like a teenager, maybe. If I could dance like Feng Ling when I was a teenager.
Your partner roaming in heaven? It has become your partner, upstream in the sky.
So, when do you exceed your taxiing speed? ? Because, at that time, if I wanted to chase you to the sky,
Scarcity seems to be a vision; I will never go on strike. It doesn't seem like a dream, so why did I fall into such depression?
It's like praying with you when I need it most ? I beg you to save me.
Oh, lift me up like waves, leaves and clouds! Oh, lift me up like waves, leaves and clouds!
I fell on the thorns of life! I am bleeding! ? I fell on the thorns of life, I was bleeding!
The heavy shackles of time have bound life, which is a life conquered by the heavy shackles of time.
A person like you: unruly, agile and proud. ? I am like you: proud, agile and unruly.
Section 5
Let me be your harp, just like the forest. I am your harp and bush;
What if my leaf falls like its own! ? Although my leaves have fallen, what does it matter!
The tumult of your powerful harmony. ? You are unusually harmonious, generous and excited.
Will it be from two deep, autumn tones? Will be able to play a deep autumn rhyme with me from the forest,
Sweetness in sadness. It's you, intense? Sweet and sad. Give me your quick energy,
My spirit! Be me, impulsive person! ? Angry elves! Become me, borrow your edge!
Bring my dead thoughts into the universe. Please scatter my dusty thoughts to the universe.
Just like withered leaves, it accelerates regeneration! ? Let it give birth to new life like dead leaves!
According to the spell in this section? Oh, please listen to this incantation poem.
Spread out from an immortal heart, just imagine my heart as ashes and Mars.
Ashes and sparks, my words in mankind! ? Spread from the still burning fire to the world!
Wake up the earth through my lips. Let the trumpet of prophecy sound from my mouth.
The horn of prophecy! Oh, wind, wake up the sleeping earth! Oh, west wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? If winter comes, can spring be far behind? ?
Extended data:
Ode to the west wind is a poem by Shelley, an English romantic poet. The whole poem consists of five sections, which are always sung around the west wind as a symbol of revolutionary power. The first section describes the power and function of the west wind, and the line 14 points out the destroyer and protector, which are two themes throughout the poem.
The second poem uses clouds, rain, hail and lightning to describe the power of the west wind; The third section writes that the west wind acts on waves; The fourth section is about the feelings brought by the west wind to the poet. The poet told Xifeng that he hoped to be carried away by the wind like a dead leaf. Although he is not as free as the unruly rain and wind, he can also share its fierce power. In the last sentence, the poet asked Xifeng to help him sweep away his lethargy, spread the poem in all directions, and awaken the sleeping earth.
The last two sentences "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" It is predicted that the spring of revolution will come soon, which brings encouragement and hope to people living in darkness and difficulties. This poem expresses the poet's hatred of reactionary and decadent forces, his ardent hope and firm belief that the revolution will eventually win and a bright future, and profoundly reveals the objective law that new things will surely overcome old things. The whole poem is magnificent and has a strong revolutionary romanticism. Symbols and fables are used throughout, which have far-reaching implications.
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