Winter is cold. Let's play the snowball and make snowman. The snowman is big . I like to play snowball. I am on the snow. The snow is cold. I have a scarf and coat. So I am not cold. I like the Christmas. Because I can see santa clus in Christmas . Christmas tree is beautiful. The presents are on the Christmas tree. I like winter. Do you like winter？ 冬天是寒冷的。
让我们玩雪球，使雪人。雪人是大的。
我喜欢玩雪球。我在雪地上。
雪是冷的。我有一条围巾和外套。
所以我不冷。我喜欢圣诞节。
因为我可以看到圣诞老人clus圣诞节。圣诞树是美丽的。
礼物的圣诞树。我喜欢冬天。
你喜欢冬天吗？ My favorite season is winter.It lasts from December to February.It is the coidest season in the year.In winter,the days are very short.When it comes ,the leaves fall from the trees.When it snows,the ground is white with snow.We can wear warm clothes and go to make snowmen.It is a good season for skating .I like winter best. 我最喜欢的季节是冬天十二月至二月这是今年的冬季…在冬季，天气非常短的. 当它来临时，树叶从树上掉。当下雪的时候，地面是白色的雪我们可以穿暖和的衣服，去堆雪人这是一个很好的赛季。
我最喜欢冬天滑冰。Winters in Taipei are very cold during the evening and very windy during the daytime. I usually look forward to the Lunar New Year's Day and the winter vacation when I can go to the village where the climate is warmer during these holidays. Also,I look forward to seeing my grandmother,great-grandmother,and my friends in the village; I like my grandmother's food very much. Winter is the time everyone is in a festive mood. In the city,I usually do a lot of reading at home in the winter because of the cold weather outside. 中国大部分地区的冬天是即冷又有风的。
我总是盼望着春节或寒假，到时候我就可以去南方了，当地的气候在这时会暖和的多。我也盼望着去探望我的祖父母和我的朋友。
冬天，每个人都怀着喜庆的心情。在城里，冬天的时候我经常待在家里尽情地看书，因为外面的天气非常的冷 heavy overnight snowfalls in winter.weather men warned outside the room could be worse to play. I like play football ,bastetball in winter. but my favourite sport is tennis which can play in the room. tennis is a popular sport which is many people like it. I always play with my family when they are free. my father tought me how to played it in winter,it was the best time I had with my father who was hardly to had some holidays. so I like play tinnes in winter. otherwise,I also play it with my friends. it is a sweet in my life. 沉重的隔夜冬天降雪。
天气男人警告以外的房间可能会更糟。我喜欢踢足球，在冬天bastetball。
但是我最喜欢的运动是网球，可以在房间里玩。网球是一个受欢迎的运动，这就是许多人喜欢它。
我总是和我的家人玩的时候都是免费的。我父亲教我如何玩它在冬天，这是最好的时间我和我的父亲几乎是有一些假期。
所以我喜欢在冬天玩tinnes。否则，我还和我的朋友玩。
1.Blow,Blow,Thou Winter Wind Poem lyrics of Blow,Blow,Thou Winter Wind by Shakespeare. Blow,blow,thou winter wind,Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen Because thou art not seen,Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning,most loving mere folly: Then,heigh-ho! the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze,freeze,thou bitter sky,Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp,Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not. Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning,most loving mere folly: Then,heigh-ho! the holly! This life is most jolly. 2.Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village,though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely,dark and deep,But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep 貌似长了一点点 下面一个有中文的 Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.The woods are lovely,dark and deep.But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.雪夜林畔驻马 罗伯特.弗罗斯特 我想我知道这是谁的树林.他的家虽在那边乡村； 他看不到我驻足在此地，伫望他的树林白雪无垠.我的小马一定会觉得离奇，停留于旷无农舍之地，在这树林和冰湖中间 一年中最昏暗的冬夕.它将它的佩铃朗朗一牵 问我有没有弄错了地点.此外但闻微风的拂吹 和纷如鹅毛的雪片 这树林真可爱，黝黑而深邃.可是我还要赶好几英里路才能安睡，还要赶好几英里才能安睡.。
1.Blow,Blow,Thou Winter Wind Poem lyrics of Blow,Blow,Thou Winter Wind by Shakespeare. Blow,blow,thou winter wind,Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen Because thou art not seen,Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning,most loving mere folly: Then,heigh-ho! the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze,freeze,thou bitter sky,Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp,Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not. Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning,most loving mere folly: Then,heigh-ho! the holly! This life is most jolly. 2.Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village,though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely,dark and deep,But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep貌似长了一点点下面一个有中文的Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert FrostWhose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound's the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.The woods are lovely,dark and deep.But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.雪夜林畔驻马 罗伯特.弗罗斯特我想我知道这是谁的树林.他的家虽在那边乡村；他看不到我驻足在此地，伫望他的树林白雪无垠.我的小马一定会觉得离奇，停留于旷无农舍之地，在这树林和冰湖中间一年中最昏暗的冬夕.它将它的佩铃朗朗一牵问我有没有弄错了地点.此外但闻微风的拂吹和纷如鹅毛的雪片这树林真可爱，黝黑而深邃.可是我还要赶好几英里路才能安睡，还要赶好几英里才能安睡.。
罗伯特·伯莱《冬天的诗》中、英文全诗 [2005-11-15]
冬天的诗
冬天的蚂蚁颤抖的翅膀
等待瘦瘦的冬天结束。
我用缓慢的，呆笨的方式爱你，
几乎不说话，仅有只言片语。
是什么导致我们各自隐藏生活？
一个伤口，风，一个言词，一个起源。
我们有时用一种无助的方式等待，
笨拙地，并非全部也未愈合。
当我们藏起伤口，我们从一个人
退缩到一个带壳的生命。
现在我们触摸到蚂蚁坚硬的胸膛，
那背甲。那沉默的舌头。
这一定是蚂蚁的方式
冬天的蚂蚁的方式，那些
被伤害的并且想生活的人的方式：
呼吸，感知他人，以及等待。
董继平译
Winter Poem
The quivering wings of the winter ant
wait for lean winter to end.
I love you in slow,dim-witted ways,
hardly speaking,one or two words only.
What caused us to live hidden?
A wound,the wind,a word,a parent.
Sometimes we wait in a helpless way,
awkwardly,not whole and not healed.
When we hid the wound,we fell back
from a human to a shelled life.
Now we feel the ant's hard chest,
the carapace,the silent tongue.
The must be the way of the ant,
the winter ant,the way of those
who are wounded and want to live:
to breathe,to sense another,and to wait.
Winter is a white season,is also a transparent season. It didn't like spring that vitality,not like the summer that vitality,also not like autumn harvest,but as a peaceful. Its beauty in the snowflake heartily performance out. This winter,how don't cute?
冬天是一个白色的季节，也是一个透明的季节。它没有像春天那样的生机，没有像夏天那样的活力，也没有像秋天那样的丰收，但却有一份宁静祥和。它的美在雪花中尽情地表现了出来。这样的冬天，怎么不惹人喜爱呢？
西风颂-雪莱（英）Ode to the West Wind（西 风 颂）Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) I 1 O wild West Wind,thou breath of Autumn's being,2 Thou,from whose unseen presence the leaves dead 3 Are driven,like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,4 Yellow,and black,and pale,and hectic red,5 Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,6 Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed 7 The winged seeds,where they lie cold and low,8 Each like a corpse within its grave,until 9 Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow 10 Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth,and fill 11 (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) 12 With living hues and odours plain and hill: 13 Wild Spirit,which art moving everywhere; 14 Destroyer and preserver; hear,oh hear! II 15 Thou on whose stream,mid the steep sky's commotion,16 Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,17 Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,18 Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread 19 On the blue surface of thine a{:e}ry surge,20 Like the bright hair uplifted from the head 21 Of some fierce Maenad,even from the dim verge 22 Of the horizon to the zenith's height,23 The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge 24 Of the dying year,to which this closing night 25 Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,26 Vaulted with all thy congregated might 27 Of vapours,from whose solid atmosphere 28 Black rain,and fire,and hail will burst: oh hear! III 29 Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams 30 The blue Mediterranean,where he lay,31 Lull'd by the coil of his cryst{`a}lline streams,32 Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,33 And saw in sleep old palaces and towers 34 Quivering within the wave's intenser day,35 All overgrown with azure moss and flowers 36 So sweet,the sense faints picturing them! Thou 37 For whose path the Atlantic's level powers 38 Cleave themselves into chasms,while far below 39 The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear 40 The sapless foliage of the ocean,know 41 Thy voice,and suddenly grow gray with fear,42 And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear! IV 43 If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; 44 If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; 45 A wave to pant beneath thy power,and share 46 The impulse of thy strength,only less free 47 Than thou,O uncontrollable! If even 48 I were as in my boyhood,and could be 49 The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,50 As then,when to outstrip thy skiey speed 51 Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven 52 As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. 53 Oh,lift me as a wave,a leaf,a cloud! 54 I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! 55 A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd 56 One too like thee: tameless,and swift,and proud. V 57 Make me thy lyre,even as the forest is: 58 What if my leaves are falling like its own! 59 The tumult of thy mighty harmonies 60 Will take from both a deep,autumnal tone,61 Sweet though in sadness. Be thou,Spirit fierce,62 My spirit! Be thou me,impetuous one! 63 Drive my dead thoughts over the universe 64 Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth! 65 And,by the incantation of this verse,66 Scatter,as from an unextinguish'd hearth 67 Ashes and sparks,my words among mankind! 68 Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth 69 The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,70 If Winter comes,can Spring be far behind？ 西 风 颂 雪莱 一 剽悍的西风啊， 你是暮秋的呼吸， 因你无形的存在， 枯叶四处逃窜， 如同魔鬼见到了巫师， 纷纷躲避； 那些枯叶， 有黑有白， 有红有黄， 像遭受了瘟疫的群体， 哦， 你呀， 西风， 你让种籽展开翱翔的翅膀， 飞落到黑暗的冬床， 冰冷地躺下， 像一具具尸体深葬于坟墓， 直到 你那蔚蓝色的阳春姐妹凯旋归家， 向睡梦中的大地吹响了她的号角， 催促蓓蕾， 有如驱使吃草的群羊， 让漫山遍野注满生命的芳香色调； 剽悍的精灵， 你的身影遍及四方， 哦，听吧， 你既在毁坏， 又在保藏！ 二 在你的湍流中， 在高空的骚动中， 纷乱的云块就像飘零飞坠的叶子， 你从天空和海洋相互交错的树丛 抖落出传送雷雨以及闪电的天使； 在你的气体波涛的蔚蓝色的表面， 恰似酒神女祭司的头上竖起缕缕 亮闪闪的青丝， 从朦胧的地平线 一直到苍天的顶端， 全都披散着 即将来临的一场暴风骤雨的发卷， 你就是唱给垂死岁月的一曲挽歌， 四合的夜幕， 是巨大墓陵的拱顶， 它建构于由你所集聚而成的气魄， 可是从你坚固的气势中将会喷迸 黑雨、电火以及冰雹； 哦， 请听！ 三 你啊， 把蓝色的地中海从夏梦中 唤醒， 它曾被清澈的水催送入眠， 就一直躺在那个地方， 酣睡沉沉， 睡在拜伊海湾的一个石岛的旁边， 在睡梦中看到古老的宫殿和楼台 在烈日之下的海波中轻轻地震颤， 它们全都开满鲜花， 又生满青苔， 散发而出的醉人的芳香难以描述。
《When You Are Old 》
When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire,take down this book,
And slowly read,and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
当你老了 （叶芝）
当你老了，白发苍苍，睡思昏沉，
在炉火旁打盹，请取下这部诗歌，
慢慢读，回想你过去眼神的柔和
回想它们过去的浓重的阴影；
多少人爱你年轻欢畅的时候
出于假意或真心地爱慕你的美貌，
只有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂，
爱你老去的容颜的痛苦的皱纹.
躬身在红光闪耀的炉火旁，
凄然地低语，爱为何消逝，
在头顶的山上，它缓缓踱着步子，
将脸隐没在群星之中.
Winter Poem--Robert Bly
The quivering wings of the winter ant
wait for lean winter to end.
I love you in slow,dim-witted ways,
hardly speaking,one or two words only.
What caused us to live hidden?
A wound,the wind,a word,a parent.
Sometimes we wait in a helpless way,
awkwardly,not whole and not healed.
When we hid the wound,we fell back
from a human to a shelled life.
Now we feel the ant's hard chest,
the carapace,the silent tongue.
The must be the way of the ant,
the winter ant,the way of those
who are wounded and want to live:
to breathe,to sense another,and to wait
冬天的诗---罗伯特·伯莱
冬天的蚂蚁颤抖的翅膀
等待瘦瘦的冬天结束。
我用缓慢的，呆笨的方式爱你，
几乎不说话，仅有只言片语。
是什么导致我们各自隐藏生活？
一个伤口，风，一个言词，一个起源。
我们有时用一种无助的方式等待，
笨拙地，并非全部也未愈合。
当我们藏起伤口，我们从一个人
退缩到一个带壳的生命。
现在我们触摸到蚂蚁坚硬的胸膛，
那背甲。那沉默的舌头。
这一定是蚂蚁的方式
冬天的蚂蚁的方式，那些
被伤害的并且想生活的人的方式：
呼吸，感知他人，以及等待。
I love autumn
autumn's coming.
she is in a yellow dress.
she is coming across the fields. the fields are yellow now. the wheat is smiling.
there are some farmers on the fields. they are processing the wheat.
look at the trees,there are many birds singing in the trees.
animals are dancing under the trees.
they are happy!
the sky was blue and clean. many white clouds are in the sky.
they look like many sail boats.
take a deep breath,and then you may feel relaxed.
autumn is bewitching. i love autumn.
意思：
我喜欢的秋天
秋天（秋季）秋天来了。她是一个黄色的衣服。她越过田野。现在的领域是黄色的。小麦是微笑的。也有一些农民在领域。他们正在处理的小麦。看看树，树上有许多鸟在唱歌。动物在树下跳舞。他们是快乐的！天空是蓝色的，干净的。许多白色的云在天空。他们看起来像许多船。做一个深呼吸，然后你会觉得轻松。秋天是迷人的。我爱秋天。
I love winter
Although winter means cold weather,I love it all the same. I think winter is a beautiful season,especially when it snows. Snowflakes fall down naughtily. They fall on branches of trees,on roofs of houses and on wheat fields. Soon the whole earth will be dressed in white. Everything is shining in the sun. Every time it snows,I will remember an old saying,"Winter has come,
意思：
我喜欢的冬天
虽然冬天意味着寒冷，但我仍然热爱冬天。我认为冬天是一个美丽的季节，尤其是下雪的日子。雪花像玲珑剔透的小精灵，调皮地飘落下来。它们落在树枝上，屋顶上和麦田里。很快整个大地都银妆素裹起来。太阳出来后，万物都闪烁着光芒。每次下雪，我都会记起一句格言：“冬天来了，春天还会远吗？”
（好的话顶一下哦，顺便再回复一下）
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