冬日时光 

                                                      【美】罗伯特.路易斯.史蒂文森 

                                                        冬天的太阳很晚才起床，

               一脸睡意，一头白霜，

               睁开眼不过几小时，很快

               就像一枚红橘，隐落山岗。

               当星星们还逗留在天上，

               我就在清晨的黑暗中起床，

               光着身子，冻得发抖，

               一柄冷烛伴我穿好衣裳。

               靠紧壁炉，让欢乐的火苗

               暖一暖我彻骨的寒凉；

               或坐上雪橇，让驯鹿拉着，

               去领略户外的雪野风光。

               每次女仆都要将我包裹起来，

               帽子厚实，围巾颖长；

               但寒风还是会灼伤我的脸，

               而鼻子被吹得像一块生姜。

               白银草地，我的脚印乌黑闪亮，

               我的呼吸如烟，到处飞扬；

               还有老树和房屋、小山和池塘，

               被霜雪打扮成婚礼蛋糕的模样。

                                  Winter-Time
                                              by Robert Louis Stevenson

                                       Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
                                       A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; 
                                       Blinks but an hour or two; and then, 
                                       A blood-red orange, sets again.

                                       Before the stars have left the skies,
                                        At morning in the dark I rise;
                                        And shivering in my nakedness, 
                                        By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

                                        Close by the jolly fire I sit
                                        To warm my frozen bones a bit;
                                        Or with a reindeer-sled, explore 
                                        The colder countries round the door.

                                        When to go out, my nurse doth wrap

                                        Me in my comforter and cap;

                                        The cold wind burns my face, and blows 

                                        Its frosty pepper up my nose.

  

                                        Black are my steps on silver sod; 

                                        Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;

                                         And tree and house, and hill and lake,
                                         

                                           Are frosted like a wedding-cake.