介绍： 进入深秋，五角枫、银杏、黄栌、鹅掌楸和乌桕，变红的变红，变黄的变黄，格外好看。

今天，我们来读济慈的《秋天颂》。
（猫姐感冒中，声音质量欠佳，抱歉咯~）

To Autumn
by John Keats
秋天颂
约翰.济慈

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load an...

介绍： 进入深秋，五角枫、银杏、黄栌、鹅掌楸和乌桕，变红的变红，变黄的变黄，格外好看。

今天，我们来读济慈的《秋天颂》。
（猫姐感冒中，声音质量欠佳，抱歉咯~）

To Autumn
by John Keats
秋天颂
约翰.济慈

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-eves 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.

雾气洋溢、果实圆熟的秋，
你和熟透的太阳成为密友；
你们密谋用累累的果实，
缀满茅屋檐下的葡萄藤，
为屋前的老树挂满苹果，
让田野瓜熟果香，
使南瓜长胖，榛子笑歪；
又为蜜蜂
一次次绽放迟开的花朵，
使它们以为日子将永远暖和，
因为夏季早已填满它们的窠。

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,
Drows'd 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 cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

谁不是常见你伴着谷仓？
无论谁去寻找，
会时常见你随意坐在打麦场上，
发丝随着扬场的风轻飘；
或倒在收割一半的田垄边熟睡，
沉醉于罂粟的花香，你的镰刀，
憩息在下一畦的花旁；
有时你像一个拾穗人，
昂首背着谷袋，越过小溪；
或坐在榨汁机旁，满脸耐心，
一小时、又一小时，
望着缓缓流下的果汁。

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 small 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 red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

春日的歌哪里去了？啊，哪里去了呢？
但不要想这些吧，你也有你的音乐——
那水波似得云装饰着渐暗的天，
为田里的麦梗抹上胭脂的颜色；
河柳下的一群小昆虫，一同哀哀鸣唱，
忽高忽低，随着微风起灭；
远处山溪边的羊群大声咩咩叫，
篱下的蟋蟀唱着歌儿，
红胸知更鸟在花园中柔声吹着口哨，
成群的燕子在空中呢喃飞过。