I mean, nearly every April starts this way for me. Of course. The struggle I had today, however — a struggle that ended in a “poem” that leaves me frustrated — doesn’t bode well for the month. Alas. Yesterday was my sister’s birthday, so I tried to write today’s triolet fo...
阅读理解 Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a fa...
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