哇，楼主好棒！！

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening 雪夜林边停
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.

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings 我知道笼中鸟为何歌唱
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

抱歉楼主。
抱歉，如你不介意，可请教此帖楼主；他英语札实且有接触诗歌，人又耐心热诚，我推荐他。 @绿云青瓷

@绿云青瓷 一大堆字我也看不懂，就随便给你写首诗吧
you sunk into slumber.
after the tides of night subside
silently stiring your dreams, your moonlight,
the nymphs await I.
spread the sheen from eons to past,
and through pear blossoms,
with silken fabric the rivers I glassed.,
to alluring recollections with longing I recast.
the azure flute,
sweet lips,
soft winds, and lone traveller
with affection plays to the dawn bright.
I shall take a gourd of water,
along the fair fragrant delight,
pass to me a seam,
a thread of that new crescent night

Lily said ,nothing beautiful can fade!

if

This is the charm of English.

大神，我小孩马上接触英语了，作为父亲我能帮她做什么

有资源吗

Had I not seen the Sun
I could have borne the shade
But Light a newer Wilderness
My Wilderness has made