一年四季把时间丈量
人生四季在心底隐藏
蓬勃的春天转瞬即逝
万物美好化做绚丽的遐想
沉迷的夏季思绪悠长
无边的梦幻飞到天上
细品春天采来的花蜜
青春的思考甘甜芬芳
平静的秋色是心灵的港湾
悠闲自得他收拢翅膀
任凭良辰美景渐渐逝去
就象门前的小河静静流淌
灰白的冬日一片苍凉
大自然的脚步无以阻挡
The Human Seasons
John Keats
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一年四季把时间丈量
人生四季在心底隐藏
蓬勃的春天转瞬即逝
万物美好化做绚丽的遐想
沉迷的夏季思绪悠长
无边的梦幻飞到天上
细品春天采来的花蜜
青春的思考甘甜芬芳
平静的秋色是心灵的港湾
悠闲自得他收拢翅膀
任凭良辰美景渐渐逝去
就象门前的小河静静流淌
灰白的冬日一片苍凉
大自然的脚步无以阻挡
The Human Seasons
John Keats
FOUR Seasons fill the measure
of the year
There are four seasons in the mind of man
He has his lusty Spring when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span
He has his Summer when luxuriously
Spring’s honey’d cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn when his wings
He furleth close contented so to look
On mists in idleness—to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature
Or else he would forego his mortal nature
There are four seasons in the mind of man
He has his lusty Spring when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span
He has his Summer when luxuriously
Spring’s honey’d cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn when his wings
He furleth close contented so to look
On mists in idleness—to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature
Or else he would forego his mortal nature