2. Autumn: Autumn.
3. Being: Being, that is, actually belonging to the material world or the immaterial world.
4. Invisible existence: invisible existence, invisible.
5, dead leaves: dead leaves, dead leaves.
6, ghost: spirit, soul.
7. Wizards: Wizards, magicians.
8. Flushing: Especially the morbid redness on the face of patients with lung disease.
9. Plague-prevalent: Infected with plague.
10, numerous: many, many.
1 1, charioteer: load. Chariots are ancient chariots. Chariotest is an old spelling of chariot.
12, winged: winged.
13, corpse: corpse.
14, grave: tomb.
15, sky blue: blue.
16, horn: horn. According to the Bible, on the last judgment day, angels will blow their horns, and all the dead will be resurrected and accepted by God.
The abbreviation of 17 and O 'er: over. Often used in poetry, because of the need of meter, one syllable can be reduced in this way.
18, sheep: cattle, cattle.
19, hue: hue.
20. Smell: Smell.
2 1, plain: plain.
22. Saboteur: Saboteur.
23. Protector: Protected.
24. Stream: water flow.
25. turmoil: turmoil, turmoil.
26. Decadence: Decline and decay.
27, shake: equal to shake, shake, shake out.
28. tangled: tangled.
29. Communication: Communication, communication.
30. surface: surface, surface layer.
3 1, surge: waves, huge waves.
32. Fierce: Fierce, inaccessible.
Maynard: Priestess of Dionysus.
34. gloomy: gloomy.
35. Edge: Edge, boundary.
36. Horizon: Horizon, horizon.
37. Approaching: Approaching, coming soon.
38. Elegy: Elegy, funeral music.
39. Grave: Grave, burial place.
40. Aggregative: Aggregative.
4 1, steam: steam.
42. His Xia Meng: Xia Meng in the Mediterranean.
43. Mediterranean: Mediterranean.
44. Crystal: transparent, like crystal.
45. pumice: pumice, light stone.
46. Baya Bay: Baya Bay is located near Naples, Italy. In l8l8, Shelley used to row a boat here. In ancient Rome, the Roman emperor regarded this place as a tourist attraction, so it was also famous for its luxury, depravity and even cruelty. There are many white pumice stones in this area because of volcanic eruption. Shelley used this metaphor, which seems to imply that under the temporary calm of this bay, there may be earth-shaking changes (such as revolution).
47. Trembling: Trembling, trembling.
48. cloudy day: a day when the sun is particularly strong.
49. For whose way: to make way for the west wind.
50. Horizontal power: Cross-sea waves refer to waves that usually cross the Atlantic Ocean.
5 1, gap: canyon, abyss.
52. Muddy: containing soft mud and argillaceous.
53. inanimate: inanimate, inanimate.
54. Leaves: Leaves.
55. Suddenly: suddenly.
56. Self-destruction: fallen leaves.
Below: below.
58. uncontrollable: uncontrollable.
59. Comrade: companion, partner.
60. Wandering: Wandering, wandering.
6 1, as at that time: at that time, it refers to childhood.
62. Skier speed: flying fast in the sky.
63. Vision: Dream, dream.
64. hard work: work hard and struggle.
65. When I desperately need help.
66. Wild: Wild and untamed.
67. lyre: lyre. This image often appears in Shelley's poems. He also used this meaning when defending poetry. Shelley, like Coleridge or Wordsworth, thinks that poets can connect people's minds with the external objective world like stringed instruments. The human mind is like a string. When the wind (experience and external sensory impression) blows over the strings, it will produce music and create a harmonious melody. The west wind passes through the Woods and blows off the leaves, which easily arouses the poet's inspiration, excites him and produces harmonious and magnificent poems.
68. turmoil: excitement and confusion.
69. Harmony: coordination and harmony.
70, timbre: timbre, timbre.
7 1, be you and me: imperative sentence, let you be me.
72. Impetuousness: violence and recklessness.
73. Spell: Spell, spell.
74. Spread out: Spread out, spread out.
75. Ash: Ash, ash powder.
Middle: Middle.
77. Unewakened Earth: Awakened Earth.
78. The horn of prophecy: The horn of prophecy refers to Shelley's poems. Please note that the horn of spring has appeared in the first quarter, which is in harmony with the trumpet here in the sense. The horn sounded, heralding the arrival of a new human society. But before that, there will inevitably be chaos like the catastrophe symbolized by the west wind.
79. If winter comes, can spring be far behind? This poem is very famous, but its interpretation is inconsistent. Scholars in China usually interpret this as the poet's confidence in the future, because spring does come after winter. However, some western scholars believe that this may also indicate the poet's own doubts about this prediction. Because Shelley doesn't seem to advocate violence and revolution to solve problems, this can be seen from his defense of negative resistance in the poem The Mask of Anarchism. Obviously, Shelley hopes to achieve thorough social change or personal inspiration rebirth through non-violent means. He once wrote in the book 182 1 Spring: "Spring is not to oppose winter, but to inherit winter-dawn is not to oppose the night, but to evacuate the night." ("Spring doesn't resist winter, but it overcomes winter-dawn doesn't resist night, but it dispels night." ) So the question at the end of Shelley's ode to the west wind is probably the real question. In other words, it is an open question whether political change or social change is as inevitable as continuous change in nature. the first paragraph
Oh, the wild west wind, the breath of life in autumn,
You can't see, but you swept away the dead leaves.
Like the singing of the elves flying away from the mage,
Yellow, black, gray, red as tuberculosis,
People infected with the plague have fallen leaves and scattered: oh, it's you,
Drive the wing seeds.
On the bed in the dark winter, they just lie there,
Like a dead hole in the grave, cold, hidden and humble,
Until spring, your blue sister came to the sleeping earth.
Blow her big horn
(Like herding sheep, drive sweet buds into the air for food and water)
Let the mountains and plains be full of color and fragrance;
Wild spirit, you travel everywhere;
Destroyer and Protector: Listen, you listen!
the second part
Above your stream, there is a huge stream in the sky.
Clouds are like dead leaves on the ground,
Blown down by the west wind from the branches intertwined with the sky and the sea,
Be the messenger of rain and electricity: they will fall.
On the surface of your ethereal blue waves,
Like a crazy girl with fluttering hair flashing.
From the distant and blurred edge of the sky
Reaching the sky, swaying everywhere,
Curly hair wants a thunderstorm, for a dying year.
You sang Corona Herr and this dense night.
Will be the dome of a huge tomb,
Your strength is condensed in this.
That's your breath, and it will explode from it.
Black Rain, Hail and Flame: Oh, listen!
the third part
It's you, you woke up the blue Mediterranean.
It's been sleeping all summer,
Hypnotized by the clear water,
On the pumice island in Baya Bay,
It dreamed of ancient palaces and pavilions.
Shaking in the waves reflected in the water sky,
They are all covered with moss and flowers.
What a charming smell! Oh, here you are.
Make way for the turbulent waves in the Atlantic Ocean.
Split yourself into two sides, but fall into the abyss.
Flowers and plants in the ocean and muddy forests
Although the branches and leaves are sparse, there is no energy.
Hearing your voice, they turned blue with fear.
Trembling and automatically contracting at the same time: Oh, listen!
Section iv
If I were a fallen leaf, I would float with you;
If I were a floating cloud flying with you;
Or the waves that roll under your power
If I could have your keenness and drive.
Even if it's not as free as yours.
If I could dance like Feng Ling when I was a teenager.
I will be your partner and swim in the sky.
Because, at that time, if I wanted to chase you to the sky,
It seems that it is not a dream), and why did it fall into such a depression?
I beg you to save me.
Oh, lift me up like waves, leaves and clouds!
I fell on the thorns of life, I was bleeding!
This kind of life is suppressed by the heavy shackles of years.
I am like you: proud, agile and unruly.
Section 5
Treat me like your harp, like a bush;
Although my leaves have fallen, what does it matter!
Your unusually harmonious generosity and excitement
Will be able to play a deep autumn rhyme with me from the forest,
Sweet and sad. Give me your quick energy,
Angry elves! Become me, borrow your edge!
Please scatter my dusty thoughts to the universe.
Let it give birth to new life like dead leaves!
Oh, please listen to this incantation poem.
Just put my heart, like ashes and mars.
Spread from the still burning fire to the world!
Let the trumpet of prophecy sound from my mouth.
Wake up the sleeping earth! Oh, west wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?