On the wild rose in the wind

Stephens' poem The Wild Rose in the Wind shows the ethereal thinking of a girl trapped by love, with simple form, beautiful image and profound meaning. Guo Moruo, a translator, put forward the method of "verve translation", that is, using four-character poetry classics to make the translated poems beautiful and moving. At the same time of the above analysis, the author also puts forward his own translated poems.

Wild rose in the wind.

I only remember that the roses on campus were particularly gorgeous. Perhaps, life is full of fate, and it is that fate that we have and let us miss. That year, a boy walked into my youth world intentionally or unintentionally.

He is a boy in the next class. He is cold, arrogant and handsome. Later, I learned that he and I were in the same place. Although they are fellow villagers, they didn't say hello, but only occasionally looked at each other when passing by.

This kind of day has been repeated unconsciously for a year. Later, with the accumulation of some small things, I began to look at his face and his back.

My seat is next to the window of the corridor of the teaching building, and the outside world is unobstructed. Whenever there are footsteps in the corridor, I always look up nervously, but when his figure jumps into my sight, I can't help but lower my head. During that time, I was exhausted by this ambivalence.

The summer vacation has begun and everything has returned to calm. I also began to gradually calm this feeling in trivial housework until his unexpected arrival caught me off guard. He told me that it was his eighteenth birthday and the beginning of bidding farewell to the rainy season. He invited me to his house to play, but I refused. Until now, I still don't understand why I refused his invitation in the first place. Perhaps, it was a blink of an eye that made it a lifetime miss.

Later things gradually developed into nature. He knows my mind, but the helpless reality makes him unable to give too many promises to each other. As the saying goes: "Life is full of predestination, depending on how you grasp the word' predestination', which is half providence and half man-made." However, it is this semi-"man-made" that made it burst in a hurry, but I can't forget that short but extraordinary day anyway.

I understand now that people can't expect too much. Just like the wild rose in those days, I thought it would be more colorful and the result was bleak.