读到William Wordsworth 的一首诗《Written in March》，很喜歡，抄在这里，分享。
Written in March
The Cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter,
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare I’ll
On the top of the bare hill;
The Ploughboy is whooping—anon—anon;
There’s joy in the mountains;
There’s life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!
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