On the English Poetry ode to the west wind: The Original English Version of ode to the west wind: ode to the west wind
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Ah, wild west wind, your breath of autumn,
You can't see your existence, and the leaves die.
Being driven, like escaping from the ghost of a wizard,
Yellow, black, pale, excited red,
Plague-ridden crowd: Oh, you,
Who is riding in their dark and cold bed?
Winged seeds, they lie in cold and low places,
Every one is like a corpse in a grave until
Your blue sister will bloom in spring.
Her horn resounded through the land of dreams, full of
(Drive sweet buds like sheep foraging in the air)
Living colors and smells plains and hills:
Wild spirit, flowing everywhere;
Destroyer and protector; Listen, oh, listen!
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You are in the turmoil of the steep sky,
Loose clouds like the rotten leaves of the earth are falling off,
Shake down from the tangled branches of heaven and sea,
Angels of rain and lightning: there is spread
On your surging blue water,
Like bright hair raised from the head
Some fierce priestesses, even from the dim edge
The height from the horizon to the zenith,
The lock of the coming storm. You elegy
In this year that is about to pass, in this night that is about to end.
Will be the dome of a huge tomb,
Hold up with all your gathered strength.
Steam, from the solid atmosphere
Black rain, fire and hail will break out: Oh, listen!
Roman numeral 3
You wake up from a summer dream.
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Hypnotized by the coils of his crystal stream,
Next to a pumice island in Bahia Bay,
See ancient palaces and towers in my sleep.
Trembling in the rough day,
All covered with sky-blue moss and flowers.
Such a sweet, vague feeling depicts them! you
Whose road is powered by the water level in the Atlantic Ocean?
Split yourself into an abyss, and below.
Sea flowers and muddy Woods are worn away.
Leaves without juice in the ocean, you know?
Your voice, the fear of suddenly turning gray,
Trembling and despair: Oh, listen!
Intravenously injected
If I am a dead leaf, you can bear it;
If I were a cloud, I would fly with you;
The waves breathe under your power, share.
The impulse of your strength, less freedom
Than you, oh, out of control! If even
I was in my teens, maybe.
Your partner roaming in heaven,
So, when do you exceed your taxiing speed?
Scarcity seems to be a vision; I will never work hard.
It's like praying with you when I need it most
Oh, lift me up like waves, leaves and clouds!
I fell on the thorns of life! I am bleeding!
The heavy weight of time has chains and bows.
A person like you: unruly, agile and proud.
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Let me be your harp, just like the forest;
What if my leaf falls like its own!
The noise of your powerful harmony
From a deep, autumn tone,
Sweetness in sadness. You are a fierce soul,
My spirit! Be me, impulsive person!
Drive my dead thoughts into the universe
Just like withered leaves, it accelerates regeneration!
According to the spell in this section,
Scattered, as a fireplace that never goes out.
Ashes and sparks, my words in mankind!
Through my lips, to wake up the earth
The horn of prophecy! Oh, the wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Chinese Translation of ode to the west wind
Ode to the West Wind
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Oh, the wild west wind, the smell of autumn!
Because you can't see, thousands of trees are rare,
Like a ghost who escaped from an exorcist, dim,
Pale, flush, countless leaves destroyed by the plague,
Dancing around; Oh, you put the seeds with wings again.
The sky was transported to their dark winter beds;
Like a corpse lying in a grave,
They will be dormant, cold and desolate respectively,
Until spring, your blue sister turned to the dream place.
Blow her loud horn (like herding sheep)
Drive the sweet buds into the air for food.
Let the mountains and plains be full of the color and fragrance of life.
Free spirit, you, you run around;
You destroy, you save, listen, oh, listen!
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On your stream, in the turbulent sky,
Dark clouds of chaos, angels of rain and electricity,
Just like leaves scattered on the ground,
Break free from the friendship between the sky and the sea,
Go with the flow; On your empty wave surface,
Like the vigorous moss on Dionysus' head.
From the dark edge of the vast horizon
Until the top of the sky, walking around.
The coming storm swayed and rolled.
You, the elegy of old age, the night of four in one.
With the support of the water vapor you collected,
Will form the vaulted top of his huge tomb.
From your majestic atmosphere, it will produce
Black rain, fire and hail; Oh, listen!
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You, oh, you put the blue Mediterranean.
He woke up from his dream and spent the whole summer.
Sleeping soundly outside pumice island in the bay,
Hypnotized by the clear sound of running water,
I dreamed of ancient towers, pagodas and palaces.
Trembling in the fierce and turbulent waves,
Are covered with blue moss and flowers,
Fragrant and fragrant, the look and feel of intoxication is indescribable.
Oh, to make way for you, Atlantic water
Suddenly burst, deep in the waves of Hausen,
Flowers and algae at the bottom of the sea and jungles without juice,
Oh, by recognizing your whistle,
At that time, he sadly changed color and was frightened.
Trembling and dying alone; Listen, oh, listen!
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If I were a floating cloud that could fly with you,
If I were a fallen leaf, what you can carry,
If I were a wave that could breathe your strength,
Share your strong pulse, free and unrestrained,
Second only to, oh, uncontrollable you,
If I can be like a teenager, as a partner,
Traveling in the sky with you, because at that time,
It seems that it is not a miracle to surpass your speed;
I wouldn't be so anxious now,
Begging you. Oh, lift me up,
Just like the waves, clouds and fallen leaves you raise!
I tripped over the thorns of life! I am bleeding!
The burden of years has depressed this person like you,
Like you, proud, unruly and agile.
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Please play with me when you are playing in the forest.
Even my leaves are withered like a forest!
Your extraordinary harmony, generosity and enthusiasm,
I will definitely play late autumn music from the forest with me.
Sad but sweet. I hope your brave spirit
This is my soul, I can be brave you!
Please spread my withered thoughts to the universe,
Just as you drive away the fallen leaves and promote new life,
Please believe the charm I wrote in this poem,
Like embers that never go out, ashes and sparks rise from the furnace,
Spread my words to every family in the world,
Through my lips, to the sleeping world,
Let the horn of prophecy ring! Oh, the wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Oh! A spirit with air,
Oh, there is a spirit of atmosphere between heaven and earth,
Genii of the evening breeze,
There are elegant and gentle ghosts,
Gentle ghost, eyes as beautiful.
An elf with eyes blew in the evening breeze.
Like starlight in the twilight?
As beautiful as the starlight in the Woods at dusk.
Seeing such lovely ministers.
To meet these lovely souls,
You often take your lonely feet away from people.
You often walk around, walking alone.
Accompanied by mountain breeze and gurgling spring water,
Mountain breeze and gurgling spring water,
And the ocean in the moonlight, that's sound.
And the ocean under the moon, and this.
Among these unexplained things,
A spokesman for the incomprehensible,
You held an exchange and were happy.
It is gratifying to get a reply.
When they answer you; But they
However, just like throwing away cheap gifts,
Like a worthless favor, abandon your love.
But they abandoned the one you love.
You look for it in the stars.
Your eyes are as bright as stars again.
A beam that never belonged to you,
Search is not an honor to you?
Other people's wealth: Taming sacrifice
Wealth belongs to others; Delusional
Let's drink to good faith! Are you still haggard?
Sacrifice! Still pining for lovesickness?
You still want to greet the hand,
Still expecting warm hands,
Voice, expression or lips may answer your request?
Voice and lip kiss satisfy your desire?
Ah! Why do you build your hopes?
Ah, why build hope?
About the impermanence of the false earth?
On the impermanence of the illusory world?
Is there no room for your own thoughts?
Can't you keep some in your heart?
Love, or move your thoughts?
Space for love and touching thoughts?
Natural scenery or human smile
Such natural scenery makes people smile.
Can steal power and haunt you in their tricks?
Will let you fall into their trap.
Yes, all the disloyal smiles have disappeared.
Yes, the disloyal smile has disappeared,
His lies break your heart;
Their hypocrisy breaks your heart;
The glory of the moon is dead;
The brightness of the moon is dead, and so is the brightness of the night.
The ghosts and dreams of the night are gone now;
Dreams and ghosts also flew away;
Your own soul is still loyal to you,
Your soul, still loyal to you,
But through pain, he became an evil demon.
But the pain has become a ghost.
This demon, his terrible existence
This ghost will always use its terror.
Hanging by your side like your shadow,
Like your shadow, never.
Dream not to chase; ? Crazy efforts
Dream Exile: This Crazy Stupidity
Will make you suffer more.
Will make you fall into more embarrassing pain.
Be yourself. Your destiny,
Relax. Fate is dark,
In spite of the darkness, all changes will intensify.
Change will only deepen your disaster.