宝贝们，冬至快乐呀～我是Flora. 最近嗓子有些沙哑，没有录音，这段以前读过的关于冬天的诗，放在今天非常应景，送给你们。要幸福哦！～I’d like to live with youIn a small town,where there are eternal twilightsAnd eternal bells.我想和你一起生活在某个小镇，共享无尽的黄昏和绵绵不绝的钟声。And in a small village inn—The faint chime of ancient clocks—like droplets of time.在这个小镇的旅店里——古老时钟敲出的微弱响声像时间轻轻滴落。And sometimes, in the evenings, from some garret—A flute,And the flautist himself in the window.And big tulips in the window-sills.And maybe, you would not even love me…有时候，在黄昏，自顶楼某个房间传来笛声，吹笛者倚著窗牖，而窗口大朵郁金香。此刻你若不爱我，我也不会在意。In the middle of the room—a huge tiled oven,On each tile—a small picture:A rose—a heart—a ship—And in the one window—Snow, snow, snow.在房间中央，一个磁砖砌成的炉子，每一块磁砖上画著一幅画：一颗心，一艘帆船，一朵玫瑰。而自我们唯一的窗户张望，雪，雪，雪。You would lie—thus I love you: idle, indifferent, carefree.Now and then the sharp strikeof a match.你会躺成我喜欢的姿势：慵懒，淡然，冷漠。一两回点燃火柴的刺耳声。The cigarette glows and burns down,And trembles for a long, long time on its edgeIn a gray brief pillar of ash.You’re too lazy even to flick it—And the whole cigarette flies into the fire.你香烟的火苗由旺转弱，烟的末梢颤抖著，颤抖著短小灰白的烟蒂——连灰烬你都懒得弹落——香烟遂飞舞进火中。