——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.
树林属谁我自明
他家住在那村中
安能料到我来此
赏观大雪漫林丛
小小马儿显疑情
为何偏在这儿停
冰湖林间无农舍
又逢雪夜黑蒙蒙
马儿甩动僵绳铃
欲告主儿迷路径
只闻轻风瑟瑟语
鹅毛白雪片片生
夜林深沉尤可爱
信守诺言难久停
找店尚早需赶路
投宿之前再远行
