关于冬天的简短英文诗
冬，就这么冷峻地沉默着，不动声色地看着曾经喧闹的色彩，雪花像棉花一样，多么的松软、多么的美丽。
篇一：Winter Snow
In winter Snow often visits us.
My life is full of hexagon flakes.
Whenever north winds blow I begin to expect snow
The snow that whitens the whole world， but brings trouble to our friend bird
The trees putting on caps overnight， The roofs covered by white blanket。
Last night came the first snow of the year； We’re living in a new world.
At the snow my heart lept， The snow before the door well kept. I rode to school by bike， Pedaled hard but felt happier。
Some people slipped， But no one quarrelled or cursed.
The girls play snow on the playground， Running after one another like wild， With gigles in their wake Throwing snowballs they make.
I wish I were young and fast Throw snow to whoever runs last； Or I could write in the snow My beautiful lines to praise Snow
篇二：Blow
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， The thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember wouldn’t.
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.
篇三：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 hide 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 wounded and want to live: To breathe sense another and wait.
篇四：Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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.
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