冬天来了春天还会远吗，是什么英文歌？2024年_知识

冬天来了,春天还会远吗If winter comes, can spring be far behind

这句话出自雪莱的《西风颂》，指的冬天来了，那春天马上就会到来，也指熬过了痛苦与艰难，就将迎来美好的春天，光明的前途。告诉了人们无论遇到什么困难都要积极向上，永不放弃。

Although winter means cold weather

I love it all the same I think winter is a beautiful season

especially when it snows Snowflakes fall down naughtily They fall on branches of trees

on roofs of houses and on wheat fields Soon the whole earth will be dressed in white Everything is shining in the sun Every time it snows

I will remember an old saying

"Winter has e

can spring be far away

虽然冬天意味着寒冷，但我仍然热爱冬天。我认为冬天是一个美丽的季节，尤其是下雪的日子。雪花像玲珑剔透的小精灵，调皮地飘落下来。它们落在树枝上，屋顶上和麦田里。很快整个大地都银妆素裹起来。太阳出来后，万物都闪烁着光芒。每次下雪，我都会记起一句格言：“冬天来了，春天还会远吗”

原文：If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind？

出处：《西风颂》

作者：英国诗人雪莱

创作时间：1819年

完整原文：

Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:

把我当作你的竖琴，当作那树丛：

What if my leaves are falling like its own!

尽管我的叶落了，那有什么关系！

The tumult of thy mighty harmonies

你那非凡和谐的慷慨激越之情

Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,

定能从森林和我同奏出深沉的秋韵，

Sweet though in sadness Be thou, Spirit fierce,

甜美而带苍凉。给我你迅猛的劲头，

My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!

狂暴的精灵！化成我吧，借你的锋芒！

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe

请把我尘封的思想散落在宇宙

Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth!

让它像枯叶一样促成新的生命！

And, by the incantation of this verse,

哦，请听从这一篇符咒似的诗歌，

Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth

就把我的心声，像是灰烬和火星

Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!

从还未熄灭的炉火向人间播散！

Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth

让预言的喇叭通过我的嘴巴

The trumpet of a prophecy! Oh Wind,

把昏睡的大地唤醒吧！哦，西风啊，

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind

如果冬天来了，春天还会远吗？

扩展资料：

《西风颂》全诗共五节，始终围绕作为革命力量象征的西风来加以咏唱。

第一诗节写西风的威力和它的作用，第14行点出破坏者和护持者，这是贯串全诗的两个主题。

第二诗节用云、雨、冰雹、闪电来衬托描写西风的威力；

第三诗节写西风作用于波浪；

第四诗节写诗人因西风而发生的感慨，诗人向西风说但愿自己也像枯叶被风带走，虽然不像不羁的雨风那样自由自在，也能分得它的一分猛烈的威力；

在最后一诗节里，诗人请求西风帮助他扫去暮气，把他的诗句传播到四方，唤醒沉睡的大地。最末两句“如果冬天来了，春天还会远吗？”预言革命春天即将来临，给生活在黑夜及困境中的人们带来鼓舞和希望。

诗篇表达了诗人对反动腐朽势力的憎恨，对革命终将胜利和光明未来的热切希望和坚定信念，深刻揭示出新事物必将战胜旧事物的客观规律。全诗气势雄阔，境界奇丽宏伟，具有浓郁的革命浪漫主义特色，通篇采用了象征、寓意手法，含蕴深远。

-西风颂

这首诗我恰好读过，诗名不是这个，而是《西风颂》，最后一句是：If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind　翻译成中文就是，冬天来了，春天还会远吗？

现把原诗摘录如下：

Ode to the West Wind

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

Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves 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;

Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!

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,

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,

Vaulted with all thy congregated might

Of vapours, 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!

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

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