我想我认识这片林子的主人,不过他的房子却在邻村;他不会想到我在此逗留,伫望着白雪灌满了树林.我的小马定是觉得离奇,荒野中没有农舍可休息,在林子和冰冻的湖之间,在一年里最黑暗的夜里.它把颈上的铃儿摇了一摇,想问问该不是出了差错,回答它的只有低声絮语——是风柔和地吹,是雪羽毛般落. I think I know the owner of this piece of wood, but his house is in the neighboring village; he would not think of me staying here, looking at the snow-filled woods. My little pony would be bizarre and there was no farmhouse in the wilderness Resting, between the woods and the frozen lake, during the darkest of the year, it shakes the jingle on the neck, asking if it is not a mistake, answering its whisper only - - is the gentle blowing of the wind, snow-feather-like fall.