Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies

Here the author compares himself to the lyre and the forest. And the west wind as a being that can pluck the strings and blow down the leaves. It shows the powerful force of the west wind. The fading leaves also have the author's meaning of human aging. The melody created by the west wind blowing through is harmonious, reflecting the author's appreciation of the west wind.

-Leslie Zhu


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