关于冬季的诗句英文(关于冬天的诗,要英文的)

1.关于冬天的诗,要英文的

绝句----杜甫 两个黄鹂鸣翠柳， 一行白露上青天。 窗含西岭千秋雪， 门泊东吴万里船。

Jueju--dufu--Two orioles of Du Fu ring the green willow, the delegation in the blue sky in White Dews. Window include west mountain range a thousand years snow, door moor Wu ten thousand li of ships.

2.描写冬天的诗(英文)

Winter Poem--Robert Bly 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 冬天的诗---罗伯特·伯莱 冬天的蚂蚁颤抖的翅膀 等待瘦瘦的冬天结束。

我用缓慢的，呆笨的方式爱你， 几乎不说话，仅有只言片语。 是什么导致我们各自隐藏生活？ 一个伤口，风，一个言词，一个起源。

我们有时用一种无助的方式等待， 笨拙地，并非全部也未愈合。 当我们藏起伤口，我们从一个人 退缩到一个带壳的生命。

现在我们触摸到蚂蚁坚硬的胸膛， 那背甲。那沉默的舌头。

这一定是蚂蚁的方式 冬天的蚂蚁的方式，那些 被伤害的并且想生活的人的方式： 呼吸，感知他人，以及等待。

3.求两首冬天的诗

中文： 1，冬日归旧山（李白） 未洗染尘缨，归来芳草平。

一条藤径绿，万点雪峰晴。 地冷叶先尽，谷寒云不行。

嫩篁侵舍密，古树倒江横。 白犬离村吠，苍苔壁上生。

穿厨孤雉过，临屋旧猿鸣。 木落禽巢在，篱疏兽路成。

拂床苍鼠走，倒箧素鱼惊。 洗砚修良策，敲松拟素贞。

此时重一去，去合到三清。 2，江雪（柳宗元） 千山鸟飞绝，万径人踪灭。

孤舟蓑笠翁，独钓寒江雪。 3，苦寒吟（刘驾） 百泉冻皆咽，我吟寒更切。

半夜倚乔松，不觉满衣雪。 4，山中雪后（郑燮 ） 晨起开门雪满山，雪睛云淡日光寒。

檐流未滴梅花冻，一种清孤不等闲。 英文 1,Winter Poem--Robert Bly 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 冬天的诗---罗伯特·伯莱 冬天的蚂蚁颤抖的翅膀 等待瘦瘦的冬天结束。

我用缓慢的，呆笨的方式爱你， 几乎不说话，仅有只言片语。 是什么导致我们各自隐藏生活？ 一个伤口，风，一个言词，一个起源。

我们有时用一种无助的方式等待， 笨拙地，并非全部也未愈合。 当我们藏起伤口，我们从一个人 退缩到一个带壳的生命。

现在我们触摸到蚂蚁坚硬的胸膛， 那背甲。那沉默的舌头。

这一定是蚂蚁的方式 冬天的蚂蚁的方式，那些 被伤害的并且想生活的人的方式： 呼吸，感知他人，以及等待。 2,Ode to the West Wind I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear! II Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine aery surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear! III Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear! IV If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven, As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. V Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to。

4.关于冬天的英语句子大全

描写风景的英文句子：

the trees, like the longings of the earth, stand atiptoe to peep at the heaven.

群树如表示大地的愿望似的，踮起脚来向天空窥望。

the fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. but man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.

水里的游鱼是沉默的，陆地上的兽类是喧闹的，空中的飞鸟是歌唱着的。但是，人类却兼有海里的沉默，地上的喧闹与空中的音乐。

the world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness。

世界在踌躇之心的琴弦上跑过去，奏出忧郁的乐声。

spring is a lot of rain,summer is hot,autumn is the best season in a year,it is cool and busy ,winter is cold and sonetimes snowy.

春天是多雨的，夏天是炎热的，秋天是一年中最好的季节，它很凉爽而且忙碌，冬天是寒冷的，有时会下雪。

5.英语冬天雪的诗

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.

这首诗是冬天下了第一场雪时，诗人怀着激动的心情写下的。

虽然简单但很有感情。

6.以冬天为主题的英语诗歌

冬天来了（Winter Is Coming） Winter is the fourth season of the year. Now, the weather is getting colder and colder. It means winter is coming. I think winter is a white season. In winter, it often snows and everything becomes white. Every winter, children are the happiest because they can make the snowman. I like winter best. In winter, the weather is the coldest, but I don't mind. When it is snowing, I'm always very excited. The snow is very white and sparkling. It makes everything white and beautiful. Although the weather in winter is very cold, it's really wonderful. The happiest thing is that we have a winter holiday every year. We can get lots of red packets, eat delicious food and visit my friends. 冬天的灰椋鸟 聚在一块，它们很吵闹， 它们的黑羽毛却缀满星点。

在这冰冷的的寒风里， 它们是即兴的 杂技演员， 从电线上逐个跃起。 这会儿 在空中的剧场 它们正在俯冲、上升 掠过大厦。

象群串在一起的 星星， 一下子散成碎片， 眨眼间又合为一体。 当你在观看 并想要 模仿它们时， 你简直就无法想象： 它们怎么会干得如此漂亮？ 飞翔时，并没有得谁明确的指示， 它们却一刻都没有犹豫、没有停息。

你只好默认：这是件神奇的事情。 这个由许多零件组成的轮子， 可以上下辗转，不断重复， 载满了无数 美妙的生命。

啊， 世界，就在这无叶的冬天， 就在这灰黯的城市， 您馈赠给我们如此明智的启迪。 而我，现在就要去 超越那些悲哀， 我已感到我的皮靴 正在启动， 正在设法离开地面。

我心跳加剧， 想再做出些冒险而又崇高的事情， 轻快地去生活、去游乐。 我要使我变得美无伦比而又无所畏惧，仿佛 我已插上双翼。

（Nov. 16, 2007 in Saratoga Springs, NY, US） Starlings in Winter -by Mary Oliver (American poet, 1935-) Chunky and noisy, but with stars in their black feathers, they spring from the telephone wire and instantly they are acrobats in the freezing wind. And now, in the theater of air, they swing over buildings, dipping and rising; they float like one stippled star that opens, becomes for a moment fragmented, then closes again; and you watch and you try but you simply canót imagine how they do it with no articulated instruction, no pause, only the silent confirmation that they are this notable thing, this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin over and over again, full of gorgeous life. Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us, even in the leafless winter, even in the ashy city. I am thinking now of grief, and of getting past it; I feel my boots trying to leave the ground, I feel my heart pumping hard. I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.。