My Fall Poem
F amily and friends get together for Thanksgiving
A utumn leaves are different colors
L ots of fun jumping in leaves
L eftover turkey we eat many days
Andrew
王维的<<山居秋暝>> 中英文对照:
山居秋暝 AUTUMN EVENING IN THE MOUNTAINS
空山新雨后, After fresh rain in mountains bare
天气晚来秋. Autumn permeates evening air.
明月松间照, Among pine-trees bright moonbeams peer;
清泉石上流. O'er crystal stones flows water clear.
竹喧归浣女, Bamboos whisper of washer-maids;
莲动下鱼舟. Lotus stirs when fishing boat wades.
随意春芳歇, Though fragrant spring may pass away,
王孙自可留. Still here's the place for you to stay.
杜甫 《茅屋为秋风所吹破歌》
八月秋高风怒号，卷我茅屋三重茅，茅飞渡江洒江郊，高者挂罥长树梢。
下者飘转沉塘坳，南村群童欺我老无力，忍能对面为盗贼，公然抱茅入竹去。
唇焦口燥呼不得，归来倚仗自叹息，俄顷风定云墨色，秋天漠漠向昏黑。
布衿多年冷似铁，娇儿恶卧踏里裂。床头屋漏无干处，雨脚如麻未断绝。
自经丧乱少睡眠，长夜沾湿何由彻。安得广厦千万间，大庇天下寒士俱欢颜。
风雨不动安如山，呜呼，何时眼前突兀见此屋，吾庐独破受冻死亦足。
英译文 译者 杨宪益 戴乃迭
《 My Thatched Hut Wrecked by the Autumn Wind 》 Du Fu
The eight month and a mid-autumn gale，Tore off the three layers of my thatch。
Across the stream flew the straw to scatter the banks， caught high up on
Tall trees。Or fluttering down into the pools and ditches。
The village boys found a feeble old man easy game，and robbed me
To my face。 Openly lugging off armfuls through the bamboos。
Though I shouted till I was hoarse and my lips parched 。
I went home then， leaning on my stick ，and sighed 。
Soon the wind fell and black clouds gathered， The autumn sky grew
dark as dusk came on；My quilt after years of use is cold as iron。
With rents kicked in it by my spoiled， restless son：The roof ，no patch
of it dry， leaks over my bed and rain streams through like unending
strands of hemp ：Ever since the rebellion I have been losing sleep；
Wet through ，how can I last out this long night till dawn？
Oh for a great m搜趣网ansion with ten thousand rooms Where all the poor
On earth could find welcome shelter，Steady through every storm， secure
As a mountain。 Ah， were such a building to spring up before me，
I would freeze to death in my wrecked hut well content。

《forever autumn》
So, the season of the fall begins
Down the crossroads in a sleepy little inn
By the fire when the sun goes down
But the night becomes you
And the secrets of the rain
Forever autumn
And the season of the fall begins
Out the nightlands when the thunderstorm sets in
The secrets clear in the cloudy night
But the night becomes you
And the secrets of the rain, they will stay the same
And the time will come soon
With the secrets of the rain, and the storm again
Coming closer every day, forever autumn
And the season of the fall begins
Past the passingbell, past willow weeping
A ripple forms on the brinks of time
But the night becomes you
And the secrets of the rain, they will stay the same
And the time will come soon
With the secrets of the rain, and the storm again
Coming closer every day, forever autumn
To Autumn
　　 by John Keats J.
　 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　1
　　　　　　　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 budIJKwpySCding 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.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　2
　　　　　　　Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
　　　　　　　Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
　　　　　　　Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
　　　　　　　Thy hair sort-lifted by the winnowing wind;
　　　　　　　Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
　　　　　　　Dows’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.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　3
　　　　　　　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 waiful 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 form a garden-croft;
　　　　　　　And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
　　作者简介： 济慈，英国19世纪浪漫主义诗人。1816年发表处女作《哦，孤独》，1818年长诗《安狄米恩》出版，受到著名诗人拜伦和雪莱的重视与鼓励。他写出了大量脍炙人口的名篇，如长诗《伊莎www.souquanme.com贝拉》和抒情诗《希腊古瓮颂》、《夜莺颂》、《秋颂》等，奠定了他在英国文学史上的崇高地位。
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山居秋暝 AUTUMN EVENING IN THE MOUNTAINS
空山新雨后, After fresh rain in mountains bare
天气晚来秋. Autumn permeates evening air.
明月松间照, Among pine-trees bright moonbeams peer;
清泉石上流. O'er crystal stones flows water 搜趣网clear.
竹喧归浣女, Bamboos whisper of washer-maids;
莲动下鱼舟. Lotus stirs when fishing boat wades.
随意春芳歇, Though fragrant spring may pass away,
王孙自可留. Still here's the place for you to stay.