四月是最残忍的月份，从死寂的土地中孕育出丁香，

混合着回忆与欲望，用春雨

搅动迟钝的根须。

冬天让我们温暖，用遗忘的雪

覆盖大地，用干枯的块茎

喂养微弱的生命。

夏天猝不及防地到来，伴着施塔恩贝格湖的骤雨；

我们在柱廊下避雨，

天晴后继续前行，走进宫廷花园，

喝着咖啡，闲聊了一个小时。

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April is the cruellest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

Dull roots with spring rain.

Winter kept us warm, covering

Earth in forgetful snow, feeding

A little life with dried tubers.

Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee

With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,

And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,

And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

———T.S. Eliot