我知道谁是这片林子的主人,可他远远地住在村里,看不见我在这儿逗留,玩赏银妆素裹的树林。我的小马定会惊奇,为何停在雪林和冰湖之间,附近没有农舍,在这全年最阴沉的傍晚。小马摇响挽具上的铃儿,问我是否停错了地方。除了铃声,唯一的声响是,绒绒雪花飘落、习习轻风吹荡。可爱的 I know who is the owner of this piece of woods, but he lives in the village far away, I can not see where I am staying, playing silver ornaments wrapped in trees. My pony will be surprised why there is no farmhouse near the snow and ice lakes, the most gloomy evening of the year. The pony rang the jungle on the harness and asked if I had stopped the wrong place. In addition to ringtones, the only sound is, falling fluffy snow, breeze blowing practice. Lovely