2. English poems about winter 1. Blow, blow, you winter wind. Blow, blow, you winter wind, you are not as unfettered as human ingratitude; Although your breathing is rude, your teeth are not sharp because no one sees you. Hey ho! Sing hi-ho! To green holly: most friendships are pretending, and most love is just stupidity: so, hi-ho! Holly. This life is very happy. Freeze, freeze, you bitter sky, you don't bite so hard that you forget the benefits: although your water is twisted, your thorns are not as sharp as your friends remember. Hey ho! Sing hi-ho! To green holly: most friendships are pretending, and most love is just stupidity: so, hi-ho! Holly. This life is very happy. 2. "Stop by the Woods on a Snowy Night" Robert Frost I think I know whose forest this is. However, his house is in the village; He won't see me stop here and watch his Woods covered with snow. My pony must feel strange, stopping in a place where there is no farmhouse between the Woods and the ice lake on the darkest night of the year. He rang his harness bell and asked if there was any mistake. The only other sounds are breezes and snowflakes passing by. The forest is lovely, dark and deep, but I have a promise to keep. There are still a few miles to go before going to bed, and it seems a little long before going to bed. The next one is Robert Frost's China People Stop by the Woods on a Snowy Night. I think I know whose Woods this is. His house is in the village that passes through; He won't see me stop here and watch his Woods covered with snow. My pony must feel strange, stopping in a place where there is no farmhouse between the Woods and the ice lake on the darkest night of the year. He rang his harness bell and asked if there was any mistake. The only other sounds are the southwest EEP breeze and soft snowflakes. The forest is lovely, dark and deep. But I have a promise to keep, and there are still many roads to go before going to bed, and there are still many roads to go before going to bed. Robert Frost, stationed in Malaysia on a snowy night, I think I know whose forest this is. Although his home is in the countryside over there; He can't see me stopping here, expecting endless snow in his Woods. My pony will feel strange, staying in a place without a farmhouse, between the Woods and the ice lake on the darkest winter night of the year. He would hold his bell and ask me if I had done something wrong. Besides, the smell of breeze and snowflake is lovely, dark and deep. But I have to drive miles to sleep and miles to catch up.
3. The poem about winter should be a quatrain in English-Du Fu, two orioles singing green willows, and a line of dew rising to heaven. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Du Fu-Du Fu's two orioles sing green willows, and the delegation is exposed in the blue sky. The window contains a thousand years of snow in the Western Hills, and the door is moored by Wu Wan Li's boat.
4. Write English sentences in winter. I am the eyes of autumn, not the flowers, but the chrysanthemums that decorate spring.
I like winter, which makes me persistent in life.
Winter is a beautiful season, especially when it snows.
Snowflakes fall naughtily. They landed on branches, roofs and wheat fields.
Soon the whole earth will be dressed in white.
Everything is shining in the sun.
Winter is a beautiful season, especially on snowy days.
Snowflakes fall playfully like beautifully carved spirits.
They landed on branches, roofs and wheat fields. Soon the whole earth was wrapped in silver. When the sun comes out, everything is shining.