A Lane in the Rain 雨巷

　　Alone holding an oil-paper umbrella,

　　I wander along a long

　　Solitary lane in the rain,

　　Hoping to encounter

　　A girl like a bouquet of lilacs

　　Gnawed by anxiety and resentment.

　　撑着油纸伞，独自

　　彷徨在悠长，悠长

　　又寂寥的雨巷，

　　我希望逢着

　　一个丁香一样的

　　结着愁怨的姑娘。

　　A girl

　　The color of lilacs,

　　The fragrance of lilacs,

　　The worries of lilacs,

　　Feeling melancholy in the rain,

　　Plaintive and hesitating.

　　丁香一样的颜色，

　　丁香一样的芬芳，

　　丁香一样的忧愁，

　　在雨中哀怨，

　　哀怨又彷徨

　　Silently she comes closer,

　　Closer,giving me

　　A glance like a sigh;

　　Then she floats past

　　Like a dream,

　　Dreary and blank like a dream.

　　她彷徨在这寂寥的雨巷，

　　撑着油纸伞

　　象我一样

　　象我一样地

　　默默行着，

　　冷漠，凄凉，又惆怅。

　　她默默地走进

　　走进，又投出，

　　太息一样的眼光，

　　她飘过

　　象梦一般地

　　象梦一般地凄婉迷茫。

　　英国首相卡梅伦朗读经典诗歌《圣诞前夜》

　　The Night Before Christmas

　　‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

　　Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

　　The stockings were hung by the chimney with care