winter
by Rliey Grace Carlson,age9,
I walk through the silent pasture to the tree swing.
I sit down and start to swing.
I close my eyes and fall into a silent sleep.
When I open my eyes I see the ground is littered with leavers,acorns and piants of all kinds.
I sit listening to the wind roar.
I am not troubled.
I just sit there
watching
waiting.
大家翻译的时候准确一点啊,这可能是首古诗,也可能不是