the minstrels played their christmas tune to-night beneath my cottage-eaves; while, smitten by a lofty moon, the encircling laurels, thick with leaves, gave back a rich and dazzling sheen, that overpowered their natural green. 吟游诗人哼着他们的圣诞节曲调， 今夜，在我的田舍小屋下。 此时，高耸的月亮给予他们灵感。 层层的月桂树，覆盖着叶子， 映射着饱满眩目的光泽， 早已经超越了他们原有的颜色。
through hill and valley every breeze had sunk to rest with folded wings: keen was the air, but could not freeze, nor check, the music of the strings; so stout and hardy were the band that scraped the chords with strenuous hand. 穿过山谷的每一阵微风下沉收起翅膀： 风是那么锋利，但永不冷漠， 也不核对，弦音声声： 一层层又如此的强烈刚强， 用热烈的手摩擦着弦柱。
and who but listened?--till was paid respect to every inmate&`&s claim, the greeting given, the music played in honour of each household name, duly pronounced with lusty call, 但是谁在听？这个取决于同住的人的主张， 给个问候，做个音乐，为每个家里名字而自豪， 正式而显著的强有力的呼叫， 圣诞快乐哦~祝所有人！