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弗罗斯特(robert frost)诗选(弗罗斯特 (Robert Frost) 诗选)

弗罗斯特(robert frost)诗选(弗罗斯特 (Robert Frost) 诗选) Frost (Robert Frost): Frost (1874-1963), mainly poetry has the wishes of the child, north of Boston, New Hampshire. The West stream, sense, the mask of compassion, Lin Jianzhong Mask. After Apple-Picking The long ladder passes through the top of the tree and raises two sharp points Toward heaven still. There is a wooden barrel at the foot of the ladder, I havent filled it yet, maybe Two or three apples remain on the branch I havent picked it yet. But now, I finished the job of picking apples. The night smelled of hibernation The tangy apple scent; I was dozing. I rubbed my eyes, But can not rub off the immediate strange - - This strange scene from this morning, I am from the water trough in a layer of ice - lift Like a pane of glass, across the window A world of heavy grass and frost. The ice melted, and I let it fall Suidiao. But it hasnt fallen yet, I already long ago Fat fat fat crisp, quickly fell into sleep. And I said, my dreams What shape would it be?. The expansion of good big apple, flickering, One is a twig, one is a flower, The reddish brown spots are all welcome. Good. My feet ache which floor. You have to eat the weight of the ladder, I felt the ladder As the bent branches sway. Ears only heard the constant rumble - - One barrel after another to poke apples into the cellar. Pick some apples, Enough for me; I was looking forward to it A bumper harvest, but now its worn out, There are millions of apples. You have to touch them, Take it gently and gently put it away You cant fall off the ground. Just drop it, Even if there are no bumps, no grass called stem puncture, Had to all put aside to make apple wine, It is not worth the money. You see, whats bothering me to sleep?, Not to mention this is not sleep. If the groundhog didnt go away, Listen to me how dreams come to me, Then it can say, Its kind of like hibernation, Or, its just human hibernation. (translated by Fang Ping) Mending Wall Theres something about i

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