08/25/2014
暮经寒烟树
其主应乡邻
流连谁可觉
独赏雪舞林
马伴意欲问
滞留缘何因
林旷冰湖冷
夜黑悚袭身
忧増马摇铃
惊醒沉思人
万籁此俱寂
倾耳风雪音
林幽适吾意
但承诺千钧
慨然知路遥
归去方安心
归去方安心
。。。
归去方安心
。。。
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.
