关于冬天的英文小诗不要太长,美一点,帮我写一首.不要名人的诗,我们是让自己写,

　　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
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　　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.