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ChenDao (陈到字叔至)
2018-04-15 15:33:46我来骗p币了
这次要蓝色窗帘一下
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.
这首诗集是一个很有名的诗人
Robert Frost 所写的诗
我很喜欢这首诗
大概是最喜欢的诗
先写个翻译