描写秋天的英语诗歌大全?
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描写秋天的英语诗歌：秋天
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
雾霭迷濛、硕果芳醇的秋!
使万物成熟的太阳与你结为挚友;
密谋以累累的珠球，
缀满茅屋檐下的葡萄藤;
村舍前青苔遍布的老树，苹果压弯了枝桠，
让所有的果实都熟透;
吹胀了葫芦，鼓起了榛子壳
好塞进甜甜的果仁;又为了蜜蜂
让越来越多过季的花儿结上蓓蕾，
直到它们以为温暖的时光永无止休，
因为夏日早已填满它们的粘巢。
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
谁不常见你藏身于谷仓?
有时，任谁外出寻找都能发现
你无忧无虑地坐在打麦场上，
发丝随着簸谷的风轻扬;
或者，沉迷于***花香，
你酣睡在收割一半的田野上，
让镰刀歇在下一畦庄稼和田垄的花丛旁;
有时，如拾穗者
你稳稳地顶着满载的收获越过溪流;
或者，耐心地守候在榨果架旁，
你长久地凝视徐徐渗下的酒浆。
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the *** all gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows * in the skies.
春之歌飘落何方?唉，何处觅其踪影?
别想这些了，你也有你的乐音，——
当片片浮云把缓缓将逝的一天照映，
玫瑰色的夕阳晕染了茬梗遍布的田野;
这时，河边垂柳下秋虫的唱吟
交织成悲哀的和声，它们时而飞起
忽而下落，随着微风的轻拂或止息;
长成的群羊在山涧咩咩叫唤;
蟋蟀们在篱下歌唱;而知更鸟
用高音在园中婉转啼鸣;
丛飞的燕子在天空呢喃嘤咛。
描写秋天的英语诗歌：A Fall Song
by Ellen Robena Field
Golden and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, "Winter is near;"
And the brown nuts fall
At the wind's loud call,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Good-by, sweet flowers!
Through bright Summer hours
You have filled our hearts with cheer
We shall miss you so,
And yet you must go,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Now the days grow cold,
As the year grows old,
And the meadows are brown and sere;
Brave robin redbreast
Has gone from his nest,
For this is the Fall of the year.
I do softly pray
At the close of day,
That the little children, so dear,
May as purely grow
As the fleecy snow
That follows the Fall of the year.
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史铁生
By Shi Tiesheng
双腿瘫痪后，我的脾气变得暴怒无常。望着望着天上北归的雁阵，我会突然把面前的玻璃砸碎;听着听着李谷一甜美的歌声，我会猛地把手边的东西摔向四周的墙壁。母亲就悄悄的躲出去，在我看不见的地方偷偷地听着我的动静。当一切恢复沉寂，她又悄悄地进来，眼边红红的，看着我。
When my legs were paralyzed, my temper became out of control. Looking at the wild geese flying back north in the sky, I would suddenly *** ash the window glass in front of me. Listening to the sweet songs sang by Li Guyi, I would thrust everything in hands into surrounding walls. Mother then hid herself quietly, watching my behavior out of my view secretly. Until everything turned still, she came in again quietly, watching me with her sad eyes.
“听说北海的花儿都开了，我推着你去走走。”她总是这么说。母亲喜欢花，可自从我的腿瘫痪后，她侍弄的那些花都死了。
“I’ve heard that all flowers are in blossom in Beihai, let me push you to have a look.” She always ***used to say***said that to me. Mother loves flowers, but since my legs broken, the flowers grown by her all withered.
“不，我不去!”我狠命地捶打着两条可恨的腿，喊著，“我活着有什么劲!”母亲扑过来抓住我的手，忍住哭声说:“咱娘儿俩在一块儿，好好儿活，好好儿活……”
“No, I don’t want to go.” I beat my cursed legs desperately, shouting, “What I am still living for?” Mother rushed to grasp my hands, inhibiting crying,***saying between subed sobs*** “We two are together and live a good life, live a happy life…”
可我却一直都不知道，她的病已经到了那步田地。后来妹妹告诉我，她常常肝疼得整宿整宿翻来覆去地睡不了觉。
I never aware that her illness cannot became even worse. Afterwards, Sister told me, Mother often could not fall asleep for the whole night for her liver aching seriously*** with pains in liver***.
那天我又独自坐在屋里，看着窗外的树叶唰唰啦啦的飘落。母亲进来了，挡在窗前：“北海的菊花开了，我推着你去看看吧。”她憔悴的脸上现出央求般的神色。
Another day, I stayed at home alone again, witnessing outer leaves following***watching the rustling fall of autumn leaves through the windows***. Then, Mother came in, standing at the window, “The chrysanthemums in Beihai are blossoming. Let me take you there for a visit.” The pleading look showed on her haggard face.
“什么时候?”“你要是愿意，就明天?”她说。我的回答已经让她喜出望外了。“好吧，就明天。”我说。她高兴得一会儿坐，一会站起：“那就赶紧准备准备。”
“When?” “If you’d like, tomorrow is ok?” She felt surprised and excited. “Ok, just tomorrow.” She turned so delighted that she didn’t know whether to sit or stand. “Let’s prepare at once.”
“诶呀，烦不烦?几步路，有什么好准备的!”她也笑了，坐在我身边，絮絮叨叨地说著：“看完菊花，咱们就去‘仿膳’，你小时候最爱吃那儿得豌豆黄儿。还记得那回我带你去北海吗?你偏说那杨树花是毛毛虫，跑着，一脚踩扁一个……”她忽然不说了。对于“跑”和“踩”一类的字眼儿，她比我还敏感。她又悄悄地出去了。
“Oh, what a bore! It’s very near, and do we need to get ready?” We both burst into laughing and she sat beside me, murmuring, “Afterwards, we’ll go to Fang Shan Restaurant. When you were young, you liked puree peas best. Do you still remember our last tour to Beihai? You insisted that the poplar flowers be worms and ran to stamp on them one by one…” Suddenly, she broke off. She was more sensitive to words like “run” and “stamp” than I was.
她出去了，就再也没回来。
She came out , but never returned.
邻居们把她抬上车时，她还在大口大口地吐著鲜血。我没想到她已经病成那样。看着三轮车远去，也绝没有想到那竟是永远的诀别。
She was still vomiting blood when neighbors carried her onto cart. I never thought she was so seriously ill. I never thought that was the eternal departure, watching the three-wheel leaving far and far.
邻居的小伙子背着我去看她的时候，她正艰难地呼吸著，像她那一生艰难的生活。别人告诉我，她昏迷前的最后一句话是:“我那个有病的儿子和我那个还未成年的女儿……”
The young man next door carried me on his back to see her. She was striving to grasp her last breath, just like her entire hard life. I was told that her last words were: “I have a paralyzed son and an unmarried daughter.”
又是秋天，妹妹推我去北海菊花。*的花淡雅，白色的花高洁，紫红色的花热烈而深沉，泼泼洒洒，秋风中正开得烂漫。我懂得母亲没有说完的话。妹妹也懂。我俩在一块儿，要好好生活……
It’s autumn again, Sister wheeled me to Beihai to see the chrysanthemums. The yellow ones showed simple and elegant; the white ones, pure and noble; the purple ones, warm and deep; all were in full blossom in the autumn breeze. I totally understand Mother’s unfinished words. So does Sister. We both live together for a happy life…
