引言
秋风吹过,秋叶纷纷,叶子一片一片飘落在地上,带着秋天独有的魅力。渲染着大地的金黄,清凉的空气,金黄色的树叶,这是秋天独有的景色。
当秋风吹拂着你的双颊,稻田里,那一株株饱满的稻穗充满着成熟的喜悦,弯着腰,躬着背,低着头,它好像是成功者谦虚的楷模,当秋天来临时,硕果累累,秋高气爽,一股成熟的气息扑面而来,这一切都是那神奇的画布——大自然,精心用粗细不一的线条,五彩缤纷的颜料,勾画出一幅又一幅美得动人,色彩斑斓的图画。秋天,写着收获;秋天,写满了诗意。
本期深夜电台,小编邀大家欣赏英国浪漫主义诗人济慈的《秋颂》,聆听这首浪漫的金色田园交响曲。
To Autumn
John Keats
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.
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 cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
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 redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
秋颂
雾气洋溢,果实圆熟的秋,
你和成熟的太阳成为友伴;
你们密谋用累累的珠球,
缀满茅檐下的葡萄藤蔓;
使屋前的老树背负着苹果,
让熟味透进果实的心中,
使葫芦胀大,鼓起了榛子壳,
好塞进甜核;又为了蜜蜂
一次一次开放过迟的花朵,
使它们以为日子将永远暖和,
因为夏季早填满它们黏巢。
谁不经常看见你伴着谷仓?
在田野里也可以把你找到,
你有时随意坐在打麦场上,
让发丝随着簸谷的风轻飘;
有时候,为罂粟花香所沉迷,
你倒卧在收割一半的田垄,
让镰刀歇在下一畦的花旁;
或者,像拾穗人越过小溪,
你昂首背着谷袋,投下倒影,
或者就在榨果架下坐几点钟,
你耐心地瞧着徐徐滴下的酒浆。
啊!春日的歌哪里去了?但不要
想这些吧,你也有你的音乐--
当波状的云把将逝的一天映照,
以胭红抹上残梗散碎的田野,
这时啊,河柳下的一群小飞虫
就同奏哀音,它们忽而飞高,
忽而下落,随着微风的起灭;
而群羊在山圈里高声默默咩叫;
篱下的蟋蟀在歌唱,在园中
红胸的知更鸟就群起呼哨;
丛飞的燕子在天空呢喃不歇。
(查良铮译)
音频:李曼青
图文:龚颖
排版:刘荟芸
校对:叶锐璇
审阅:李敏
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