If winter comes, spring will come soon." This is the poem "Ode to the West Wind" by the British poet Shelley. The original text of "Ode to the West Wind" is as follows, the violent west wind, the breath of autumn life! You Invisible, but the dead leaves are swept away by you, like ghosts meeting a wizard, fleeing one after another, yellow, black, gray, red as if they are suffering from tuberculosis, oh, a group of west winds infected with the epidemic, you are the one who has the control of the car. The seeds of hope are sent to the dark winter bed, and they lie there, like the death hole in a tomb, cold, deep, and lowly, until spring, when your sister in the blue sky blows her trumpet, in the sleeping world The sound fills the earth, (Calling out the buds, like sheep, feeding in the air) Filling the mountains and plains with color and fragrance, O unruly spirit, you travel far and wide; listen, destroyer and protector. Listen! Two sink into your rapids, when the sky is in chaos, the flowing clouds are torn from the tangled branches of the sky and the sea like dead leaves, becoming the messengers of rain and lightning that fall on the blue of your majestic air. The wave surface is shining like the flying hair of a mad woman, from the farthest and condensed edge of the sky to the middle of the sky, the curls of the approaching thunderstorm are swaying everywhere, you sang a funeral song to the dying year, And this dense night will be a dome of its vast tomb, and within it will be the condensed form of your mighty power; it will be your pure breath, from which will burst black rain, hail and fire, Listen! Third, you wake up the blue Mediterranean. It has been sleeping for a whole summer, lulled into a dream by the whirlpool of the clear water. On the edge of a pumice island in Baya Bay, it has dreamed of an ancient palace. And the pavilions tremble in the shadow of the water and the sky, and they are all covered with moss and blooming flowers. The fragrance is so charming and intoxicating! Oh, in order to make way for you, the turbulent waves of the Atlantic split themselves on both sides. , and the flowers and plants in the ocean and the muddy forest deep in the abyss, although their branches and leaves are sparse, have no energy; hearing your voice, they have turned blue with fear, trembled, and shrunk automatically. Oh, listen! If I were a dead leaf floated by you, If I were a cloud that could fly with you, If I were a wave, breathing with your power, If I share your pulse, I'm just not as free as you, oh, I can't A life of restraint! If I could dance in the wind and become your partner and swim in the sky like when I was young (because at that time, chasing you into the sky didn't seem like a dream), I wouldn't be like this now. I am anxious to pray with you. Oh, lift me up, when I am a wave, a leaf, a floating cloud! I fall on the thorns of life, and I bleed! This life is subdued by the heavy yoke of time. You are just as proud, nimble and untamed.
5. Consider me your harp, like the woods. Though my leaves have fallen, what does it matter! The music roused by your great ensemble shall be dyed with the deep autumn air of the woods and mine. Though sad and sweet∏, may you give me a furious spirit! O brave men, let us be one! Please blow my dead thoughts to the world, and let them promote new life like dead leaves! Oh, please obey this spell-like poem, and scatter my words like ashes and sparks from the unextinguished fire to the world! Let the trumpet of prophecy pass through my lips and awaken the sleepy earth! If winter has come, O west wind, how can spring be far away?