冬天的诗句古诗英语(求几首描写冬天的英文诗中英文都有,谢谢)

1.求 几首 描写冬天的英文诗 中英文都有,谢谢

英文：

Flower of Winter, Flower of Spring

A Flower blooms

In winter's chill

Though Darkness looms

It remains still.

Throughout the storms

Of snow and hail

The Flower forms

Its figure frail

Then springtime dawns

And on the ground

Flower is not gone

Though others abound

A young man sees

The flowers sway

With gentle breeze

He walks their way

And for his maiden

picks one out

Nature's game played

Without a doubt

A Flower picked

For lovers' will

A Flower born

In winter's chill

翻译：

冬花，春天花

阿开花

在冬天的寒意

虽然黑暗织机

它仍然还是。

在整个风暴

雪和冰雹

花形式

体弱的数字

然后，春天即将来临

而在地面

花还没有走

虽然有很多人

一个年轻人看到

摇曳的花朵

随着微风

他走自己的路

和他的处女

挑选一出

大自然的游戏玩

毫无疑问

一花采摘

对于恋人会

出生于一个花

在冬天的寒意

2.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.

3.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。

4.描写冬天的英语短诗

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.

5.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。

6.英文版描写冬天的俳句诗

Flower of Winter, Flower of Spring

A Flower blooms

In winter's chill

Though Darkness looms

It remains still.

Throughout the storms

Of snow and hail

The Flower forms

Its figure frail

Then springtime dawns

And on the ground

Flower is not gone

Though others abound

A young man sees

The flowers sway

With gentle breeze

He walks their way

And for his maiden

picks one out

Nature's game played

Without a doubt

A Flower picked

For lovers' will

A Flower born

In winter's chill