Winter is coming, can spring be far behind?

This sentence comes from "Ode to the West Wind" by the famous British romantic poet Shelley.

When the cold winter comes, the cold wind howls and everything dies, giving people a sense of desolation. But don’t forget that after winter, spring comes. By then, the sun is shining, the grass is growing, and all things are revived and full of vitality.

Those who are in darkness and pain, don’t forget to look for the light of hope. Don’t forget that after darkness comes dawn.

This poem was written during the British Revolution. Therefore, "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" It is written to those people living in a dark society, not to give up hope, and to have the courage to face the darkness. Fight in reality and welcome the light of victory.

The original text is as follows:

Ode to the West Wind

I

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,

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Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves are dead

Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,

Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,

Each like a corpse within its grave, until

Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow

Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill

(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)

With living hues and odours plain and hill:

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;

< p>Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!

II

Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion,

Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,

Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,

Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread

On the blue surface of thine aery surge,

Like the bright hair uplifted from the head

Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge

Of the horizon to the zenith's height, < /p>

The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge

Of the dying year, to which this closing night

Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,

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Vaulted with all thy congregated might

Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere

Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!

III

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams

The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,

Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams,

Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,

And saw in sleep old palaces and towers

Quivering within the wave's intenser day,

All overgrown with azure moss and flowers

So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou

For whose path the Atlantic's level powers

Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below

The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear

The sapless foliage of the ocean, know

Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,

And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!

IV

If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;

If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;

A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share

The impulse of thy strength, only less free

Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even

I were as in my boyhood, and could be

The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,

As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed

Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven

As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. < /p>

Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!

I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd

One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.

V

Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:

What if my leaves are falling like its own!

The tumult of thy mighty harmonies

Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone ,

Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,

My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe

Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth!

And, by the incantation of this verse,

Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth

Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!

Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth

The trumpet of a prophecy! Oh Wind,

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If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

Zha Liangzheng's translation

Ode to the West Wind

Verse 1

< p>Oh, furious west wind, the breath of autumn life!

Cover of "Ode to the West Wind"

You are invisible, but the dead leaves are swept away by you,

Like ghosts meeting a wizard, they all run away:

Yellow, black, gray, red as if suffering from tuberculosis,

Oh, a group of people seriously infected with the epidemic: West Wind, it’s you

With the driver of the car, there are The seeds of the wings are driven to

the dark winter bed, where they lie,

like the death hole in a tomb, cold, deep, and lowly,

Until spring, your sister in the blue sky blows

Her trumpet rings throughout the sleeping earth,

(calling out the buds like a flock of sheep, Foraging in the air)

Filling the mountains and plains with color and fragrance.

O unruly spirit, you travel far and wide;

Destroyer and protector: Hear, you listen!

Verse 2

Sinking into your rapids, when there is chaos in the sky,

The flowing clouds are torn apart like dead leaves on the earth

Branches free from the tangle of sky and sea.

Become the messenger of rain and lightning: they fall

On the blue waves of your majestic energy,

Like the flying hair of a madwoman shining ,

From the farthest and fuzzy edge of the sky

Right to the middle of the sky, it is swaying everywhere

The curls of the approaching thunderstorm are facing death year

You have sung a funeral song, and this dense night

will become a dome of its vast tomb,

within it lies The condensation of your mighty power;

It is your pure energy, from which will burst forth

Black rain, hail and fire: Oh, listen!

Verse 3

It is you, you wake up the blue Mediterranean,

And it has been sleeping all summer,

Hypnotized by the whirlpool of the clear water,

Next to a pumice island in Baya Bay,

It dreamed of ancient palaces and pavilions

Trembling in the shadows of the water and sky,

They are all covered with moss and blooming flowers,

The fragrance is so charming and intoxicating! Oh, in order to make a way for you

the turbulent waves of the Atlantic Ocean

split themselves to both sides, and deep in the abyss

the ocean The flowers and grass in the forest and the muddy forest

Although the branches and leaves are sparse, they have no energy;

When they hear your voice, they are scared to death:

While trembling, he shrank automatically: Oh, listen!

Section 4

Hey, if I were a dead leaf lifted up by you,

If I were a cloud that could fly away with you,

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It is a wave, breathing with your power,

If I share your pulse, I am just not as free as you

Oh, uncontrollable life !

If I could dance in the wind like I did when I was a boy

I would become your partner and swim in the sky

(Because, at that time, I had to Wanting to chase you up to the sky,

does not seem like a dream), I will not be as anxious as I am now

Wanting to pray with you.

Oh, lift me up and treat me as a wave, a leaf, or a floating cloud!

I fell on the thorns of life, and I bled!

This life, subdued by the heavy yoke of time, is just like you: proud, nimble and untamed.

Stanza 5

Make me your harp, like the woods:

What does it matter, though my leaves have fallen!

The music stirred by your great ensemble

Will be dyed with the deep autumn mood of the woods and me:

Sad but sweet. Oh, that you would give me

a violent spirit! O brave men, let us be one!

Please blow my dead thoughts to the world,

Let them promote new life like dead leaves!

Oh, please listen to this spell-like poem,

Let my words be like ashes and sparks

From the unquenched furnace Fire spreads to the world!

Let the trumpet of prophecy pass through my lips

Awaken the sleepy earth! West wind,

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?