当我说着秋天，秋天碎了

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Now watch this autumn that arrives in smells.

All looks like summer still;Colours are quite unchanged,The air on green and white serenely thrives①thrive 英 [θraɪv] 美 [θraɪv]vi.兴盛，兴隆； 长得健壮； 茁壮成长.

Heavy the trees with growth and full the

fi elds.

But every season is a kind of rich nostalgia.

We give names—Autumn and summer, winter, spring.We want the certain, solid thing.

But I am carried back against My will to a childhood where Autumn is bonfi res, marbles, smoke;I lean against my window fenced From evocations in the air.

When I said autumn, autumn broke.

看这个秋天在气味中到来。

一切还像是夏天；颜色完全没改变，空气在绿色和白色上清澈地生长。

树荫变得沉甸，田野丰满。

但每个季节都是一种浓郁的怀旧。

我们给它们命名——秋天和夏天，冬天，春天。

我们想要确定、牢固的东西。

但我被带回童年，这并非我愿，在那里秋天是篝火，弹子球，烟雾；我靠在我的窗边，被空气中的回忆围困。

当我说着秋天，秋天碎了。