Ah, wild west wind, you are the 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,
A plague-ridden crowd
Who prays in their dark winter beds?
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, it is everywhere;
Destroyers and crushers; Listen, oh, listen!
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Whose stream are you on, in the turmoil of the steep sky,
Loose clouds fall off like rotten leaves on the earth,
Shake down from the tangled branches of heaven and sea,
Angels of rain and lightning: there is spread
On your light 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.
From its solid atmosphere
Black rain, fire and hail will break out. Listen!
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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 flowers in my sleep.
Trembling under the eaves of winter,
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,
Tremble and listen!
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If I am a dead leaf, you can bear it;
If I were a cloud, flying 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'm still a teenager, maybe.
Your roaming partner 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!
Heavy time shackles 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 leaves fall like it!
Your powerful voice of 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,
Scattering, from an unlit fireplace.
Ashes and sparks, my words in mankind!
Through my lips, to the land that is not awakened.
The horn of prophecy! Oh, the wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? one
Oh, the wild west wind, the breath of autumn life!
You are invisible, but the dead leaves are swept away by you.
It's like a ghost meets a wizard and has to escape:
Yellow, black, gray, red as tuberculosis,
Ah, a group of people who are seriously infected with the epidemic: Xifeng, it's you.
Destroy promising seeds with chariots.
On the bed in the dark winter, they lay there,
Like a dead hole in the grave, cold, hidden and humble,
Wait until spring, when your beautiful sister blows.
Her trumpet resounded through the sleeping earth,
(Call out buds and feed in the air like sheep)
Let the mountains and plains be full of color and fragrance.
Free spirit, you travel everywhere;
Destroyer and Protector: Listen, you listen!
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When the sky is in chaos,
Clouds are torn like dead leaves of the earth.
Branches intertwined with the sky and the sea.
Be the messenger of rain and electricity: they will fall.
On the blue waves of your solemn breath,
Like a crazy girl's fluttering hair flashing,
From the distant and blurred edge of the sky
Straight to 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,
With the cohesion of your strength;
That's your breath, and it will explode from it.
Black Rain, Hail and Flame: Oh, listen!
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It's you, you awakened 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!
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Hey, if I am a dead leaf and you let me float,
If I were a cloud, I could fly with you.
It's a wave, breathe with your strength,
If I have your pulse, it doesn't matter.
You are too free, oh, an uncontrollable life!
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,
I wouldn't be like this.
So eager to pray with you.
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.
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Think of me as your harp, like a forest;
Although my leaves have fallen, what does it matter!
Music inspired by your huge ensemble
Will be dyed by the Woods and my late autumn:
Although sad and sweet. Oh, I hope you can give it to me.
Violent spirit! Brave, let us become one!
Please blow my dead thoughts to the world,
Let it give birth to new life like dead leaves!
Oh, please listen to this incantation poem.
Just take my words, like ashes and sparks.
Spread from the still burning fire to the world!
Let the horn of prophecy pass through my lips
Wake up the sleeping earth! If it's winter
It has come, west wind, can spring be far behind? turn