the human seasons
人生的四季
——by john keats
four seasons fill the measure of the year;
四季轮回构成了一年，
there are four seasons in the mind of man:
人的xīn líng也有四季更替：
he has his lusty spring, when fancy clear
他有生机勃勃的春天，
takes in all beauty with an easy span:
在幻想中把所有美景一览无余；
he has his summer, when luxuriously
在那奢华繁盛的夏天，
spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves
他爱把春天采集的花蜜细细品尝，
to ruminate, and by such dreaming high
沉浸在甜美的青春思绪中，
is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
他高高飞扬的梦想几乎升上天堂；
his soul has in its autumn, when his wings
秋天他的xīn líng栖息在宁静的港湾，
he furleth close; contented so to look
他收拢了疲倦的羽翼，
on mists in idleness—to let fair things
休闲而满足地透过雾气遥望，任美好的事物
pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
像门前的小溪不经意地流逝。
he has his winter too of pale misfeature,
他终将走进冬天的苍凉晚景，
or else he would forego his mortal nature.
不然他就失去了凡人的本性。
