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At The Seaside 海邊 by R. L. Stevenson (1) When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore. 當(dāng)我到海邊時(shí) 他們給了我一把木鏟 好去挖掘沙灘。 (2) The holes were empty like a cup In every hole the sea camp up, Till it could come no more. 挖成像杯狀般的空洞 讓每個(gè)洞中的海水涌現(xiàn) 直到它不能再涌現(xiàn)。 What does Little Birdie Say? by Alfred Tennyson, 1809-1892 (1) What does little birdie say, In her nest at peep of day? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away, Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. 小鳥說些什么呢？ 在這黎明初曉的小巢中？ 小鳥說，讓我飛， 媽媽，讓我飛走吧。 寶貝，稍留久一會(huì)兒， 等到那對(duì)小翅膀再長(zhǎng)硬些兒。 因此它又多留了一會(huì)兒， 然而它還是飛走了。 (2) What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away. Baby, sleep a little longer, Till the little limbs are stronger. If she sleeps a little longer, Baby too shall fly away. 嬰兒說些什么， 在破曉時(shí)分的床上？ 嬰兒像小鳥那樣說， 讓我起來飛走吧。 乖乖，稍微多睡一會(huì)兒， 等你的四肢再長(zhǎng)硬點(diǎn)兒。 如果她再多睡一會(huì)兒， 嬰兒必然也會(huì)像鳥兒一樣地飛走。 A House of Cards 紙牌堆成的房子 by C. G. Rossetti (1) A house of cards Is neat and small; Shake the table, It must fall. 紙牌堆成的房子 潔凈及小巧 搖搖桌子 它一定會(huì)倒 (2) Find the court cards One by one; Raise it, roof it, Now its done; Shake the table! Thats the fun. 找出繪有人像的紙牌 一張一張地豎起 再加上頂蓋 現(xiàn)在房子已經(jīng)蓋好 搖搖桌子 那就是它的樂趣 The Cuckoo 布谷鳥 ～by Mother Gooses Nursery Rhyme In April, Come he will, In May, Sing all day, In June, Change his tune, In July, Prepare to fly, In August, Go he must! 四月里， 它就來了， 五月里， 整天吟唱多逍遙， 六月里， 它在改變曲調(diào)， 七月里， 準(zhǔn)備飛翔， 八月里， 它就得離去了！ O Sailor, Come Ashore by C. G. Rossetti (Part I) O sailor, come ashore What have you brought for me? Red coral , white coral, Coral from the sea. ??！水手，上岸吧 你給我?guī)硎裁矗? 海里的珊瑚， 紅的，白的。 (Part II) I did not dig it from the ground Nor pluck it from a tree; Feeble insects made it In the stormy sea. 它不是我從地下挖的， 也不是從樹上摘的； 它是暴風(fēng)雨的海裹 弱小昆蟲做成的。 What does the Bee do? by C. G. Rossetti, 1830-1894 What does the bee do? Bring home honey. And what does Father do? Bring home money. And what does Mother do? Lay out the money. And what does baby do? Eat up the honey. 蜜蜂做些什么？ 把蜂蜜帶回家。 父親做些什么？ 把錢帶回家。 母親做些什么？ 把錢用光。 嬰兒做些什么？ 把蜜吃光。 A Dinosaur for Christmas A dinosaur for Christmas is the only thing I need. It doesnt matter if its slow or one thats built for speed. A massive one, a tiny one or one thats in between. A dinosaur thats muddy brown or bright and shiny green. I dont care if its big and tall or really old and ugly. I dont care if its rough and tough or soft and cute and snuggly. A spiny one will do the trick. A scaly one is fine. As long as its a living, breathing dinosaur, and mine. I promise if you bring me one Ill never ask for more, Thats all I want for Christmas: just one single dinosaur. Christmas Dinner Fruitcake. Candied yams. Mincemeat. Roasted hams. Eggnog. Turkey legs. Aspic. Deviled eggs. Gravy. Dinner rolls. Take some. Pass the bowls. Jell-o. Christmas punch. Cookies. Munch, munch, munch. Stuffing. Gingerbread. Whoops, Im overfed! After such a load, feel like Ill explode. Guess Im gonna die, so please pass the pie. Dear Santa, Heres My Christmas List Dear Santa, heres my Christmas list. I hope youll bring it all. Ive only asked for gifts my parents cant find at the mall. Id like to have a UFO, with aliens inside, and maybe a Tyrannosaurus Rex that I could ride. A ninety-nine foot robot is a present I could use. Ill also need a time machine, and rocket-powered shoes. Please bring a gentle genie who will grant my every wish, and dont forget a wizards wand, and, yes, a talking fish. Of course, Ill need a unicorn, and wont you please provide a dragon, and a castle in the English countryside. Of course, the weight of all these things might cause your sleigh to crash. If thats the case, dear Santa, please feel free to just bring cash. I Will Not Sit on Santas Lap I will not sit on Santas lap. You cannot make me sit on it, and if you try I promise that Ill throw a screaming fit on it. I will not talk to Santa; I am simply too afraid of him. Im not impressed by all the songs and movies that are made of him. It really doesnt matter that hes generous and jolly too. It doesnt matter if his chair is decked with boughs of holly too. It makes no difference that hes loved from here to Ethiopia. I cannot sit with Santa. Ive got Santa Claustrophobia.