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ode to the west wind (I) translated by Ming Chuan from Shelley's poem, the west wind is fiercely wrapped in the fallen leaves of autumn, which shows the hidden nature of the wind. The autumn leaves are enchanting, and when I hear that Zhong Kui is scattered, it will fall yellow, dark, pale and deep red. Look! Everything is dying and fading! Look! Depressed and indifferent! You scrape the seeds with wings to the frozen and vast Yuan Ye and bury them in the vast land like rotten things-you live in seclusion and conceive as your sister-the charming spring breeze conveys warmth and tenderness to the sleeping fertile soil (just like a shepherd smelling the fragrance of flower buds). they are tall once more in the spring wind mountains and rivers are instantly covered with green makeup, wild and fragrant, and you sometimes scream and are unruly, and sometimes you are ashamed, and you are ruined, and you nourish life. You can listen to everything! Destruction and creation coexist in the wind! Listen! Life and death exist in the wind!