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Well, 好，
let you and I talk about it. 我们就来讨论一下。
What would you like to read to them? 你想读些什么给他们听？
Mrs. Stewart and I Stewart太太和我
will read a poem by Robert Frost. 要朗读Robert Frost作的一首诗。
It's called 它的题目是
"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." “雪夜林边小驻” 。
Would you begin, Ellen? 请你开始，Ellen ？
All right. 好的。
"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" “雪夜林边小驻”
by Robert Frost. Robert Frost作。
Whose woods these are I think I know. 这是谁的林子我想我知道。
His house is in the village though; 虽然他的屋子是在村子里；
He will not see me stopping here 他不会看到我驻足此地
To watch his woods fill up with snow. 注视他落满雪花的林子。
My little horse must think it queer 我的小马一定感到奇怪
To stop without a farmhouse near 为何停在没有农舍的地方
Between the woods and frozen lake 就在林子和冰湖之间
The darkest evening of the year. 在这一年中最漆黑的夜晚。
He gives his harness bells a shake 他摇动绳上的铃铛
To ask if there is some mistake. 想问问是否搞错了。
The only other sound's the sweep 徐风掠过和细雪纷飞
Of easy wind and downy flake. 徐风掠过和细雪纷飞。
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, 林子迷人，漆黑而深邃，
But I have promises to keep, 但是我有约要赴，
And miles to go before I sleep, 在我就寝前还得赶许多里路，
And miles to go before I sleep. 在我就寝前还得赶许多里路。
You two belong on stage! That was wonderful! 你们俩简直是职业演员！读得太棒了！
Grandpa! 爷爷！
Dad ... Robbie. When did you come? 爸爸……Robbie。你们什么时候来的？
We've been listening to you both. 我们一直在听你们朗诵。
These are lucky kids. 这是一群幸运的孩子。
Do you enjoy reading together? 你们喜欢在一起朗诵吗？
Well, we may read together aloud at home. 嗯，我们或许可以在家里一起大声朗诵。
You were right, Robbie. 你做对了，Robbie。
I know. 我知道。
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.
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.
