本帖最后由 youxiaxiaolala 于 2011-1-19 11:01 编辑
read the poem carefully and then translate it or write down your feeling to gain the score
Hope is the thing with feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops -- at all And sweetest -- in the Gale -- is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest Sea Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb -- of Me.
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