If winter comes, spring will come soon." This is a poem from the British poet Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind"

Ode to the West Wind

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Oh, violent west wind, the breath of autumn life!

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

Like ghosts meeting the wizard, they flee:

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

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

The seeds of hope 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 Like a flock of sheep, foraging in the air)

Fill the mountains and plains with color and fragrance

O unruly spirit, you travel far and wide;

Destroyer and Protector: Hear, you listen!

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Sink into your rapids, when the sky above is in chaos,

The flowing clouds are like those of the earth! Torn like dead leaves

Free from the tangled branches of the sky and the ocean

Become messengers of rain and lightning: they fall

in your majesty. The blue wave surface of the air,

like the flying hair of a mad woman, is shining,

from the farthest and vague edge of the sky

to the middle of the sky. The sky is swaying everywhere

The curls of the approaching thunderstorm, to the dying year

You sang a funeral song, and this dense night

It will become a dome of its vast tomb,

It contains the condensation of your mighty power;

That is your pure energy, from which will burst out Surge

Black rain, hail and fire: Oh, listen!

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It is you who wake up the blue Mediterranean,

And it once slept for a whole summer,

hypnotized into a dream by the whirlpool of the clear water,

just beside a pumice island in Baya Bay,

It dreamed of ancient palaces and pavilions

trembling in the shadows of the water and sky,

and they were all covered with moss and flowers,

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

the rough waves of the Atlantic Ocean

split themselves to both sides, and the depths are deep in the abyss.

The flowers and plants in the ocean and the muddy forest

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

They are frightened when they hear your voice Turning blue:

While trembling, it shrinks automatically: Oh, listen!

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

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

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 into the sky,

does not seem like a dream), I won’t 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.

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Make me your harp, like the woods:

Though my leaves have fallen, what does it matter!

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! If winter

has come, O west wind, how can spring be far away?