關(guān)于冬天的簡(jiǎn)短英文詩(shī)

　　冬，就這么冷峻地沉默著，不動(dòng)聲色地看著曾經(jīng)喧鬧的色彩，雪花像棉花一樣，多么的松軟、多么的美麗。接下來(lái)小編搜集了關(guān)于冬天的.簡(jiǎn)短英文詩(shī)，僅供大家參考，希望幫助到大家。

　　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

　　Thowing snowballs they make。

　　I wish I were young and fast

　　Throwing 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，

　　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。

　　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 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

　　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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