The human seasons Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his lusty Spring,when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span: he has his Summer,when luxuriously Spring's honeyed cud of youthful thought he loves to ruminate,and by such dreaming high Is nearest unto heaven:quite coves His soul has in its Autumn,when his wings He furls close;contented so to look On mists in idleness-to let fair things Pas by unheeded as a threshold brook. He has his Winter too of pale misfeature, Or else he would forego his mortal nature. 春夏秋冬把一年的时间填满， 人的心灵也包含着四个季节。 在他朝气蓬勃的春天，那清晰的幻想 在一瞬间就把所有的美轻易囊括。 在他的夏天，他喜欢用年轻思想 把春天里采的花蜜反复品位， 细细欣赏那蜜汁的甘甜芳香， 乘着这高远的梦想冲天而飞。 他心灵的秋天有如小湾安谧， 这时他心满意足地收拢翅膀， 悠闲地凝视着雾色--而美好的事物 犹如门前的小溪悄然而逝。 他也有满目苍凉的冬天， 除非他走在命定的时日之前。 The Sea! the Sea! the open Sea!海啊！海啊！辽阔的大海！ The blue, the fresh, the ever free! 碧蓝，清新，永远地自由自在！ 本文来源：https://www.wddqw.com/doc/e0532e17ac02de80d4d8d15abe23482fb4da0230.html