项目以二十四节气为脉络，将两个班级的学子分为春、夏、秋、冬四支创作小队，循着季节的韵律铺展创作之旅。教师带领学子走出课堂，漫步校园四时景致：春日撷取繁花初绽、柔条拂风的盎然生机；夏夜静听蝉鸣穿叶、树影摇风的鲜活意趣；秋日远眺霜枫映霞、云天澄净的疏朗旷远；冬晨轻触琼枝覆雪、万籁安然的清寂素雅。学子以五感捕捉季节意象，在中外经典诗词的浸润中积淀文思，让自然灵秀与文学底蕴交织成诗。

校园采风掠影

课堂之上，每个季节创作前，老师带领学生赏析对应季节的经典英语诗歌，结合项目进度表引导学生创作思路；同时，文学课堂上，学生们研习离合诗、五行诗、俳句、自由体等多元英文诗歌创作范式，小组协作，推敲字句，淬炼韵律，表达情感。从灵感初萌、落笔成稿，到字斟句酌、精修打磨，再至匠心凝萃、终成佳作。

学生随堂习作

课堂上，我们欣赏了两首经典的冬日诗，然后一起走进冬季诗歌的创作世界。

四季诗进度表

Spring Beneath

by Ayra Yu

In quiet groves where soft light gleams,

The cherry trees cast rosy dreams.

Each bloom a whisper on the breeze,

That stirs the hush of waking trees.

Through emerald thickets sunlight streams,

A golden thread in the morning.

The world, reborn in pink and green,

Glows like a thought once lost.

Beneath the petals drifting slow,

Spring hums in roots we cannot know.

And in the hush, the heart may hear,

That life begins when sky turns clear.

图/华南希

Spring

by Candy Pei

The earth laughs，a fleeting jest，

As blossoms riot，light confessed.

O fragile joy!-too brief, too bright,

A flame that dances with the night.

The sun, indifferent, crowns the trees，

While time drifts slow on heedless breeze.

We laugh, we lose, yet still it sings,

the reckless radiance and crush of spring.

图/张展耀

Spring

by Brittany Gao

As the last traces of winter dissolve,

Spring peeks through with delicate hints of green.

Buds unfurl to the sun’s gentle caress,

Streams laugh aloud where ice once had been.

A robin proclaims the dawning of day,

Soft rains murmur, “Awaken from dream.”

Can we not feel our hearts lighten and lift,

And greet the world with a renewed esteem?

To breathe the fresh air and start once again—

Is this not the magic that spring brings in?

图/沈宸

Poetry of Summer

by Cora Jing

Summer rain in July drenches streets and halls,

Sun in August flames like fire’s radiant walls,

Shadows slant with grace, personal and slight,

Cicadas sing their chorus, sweet and bright,

As a symphony that seals the summer’s light.

图/赵奕涵

Summer’s Fading Breath

by Calista Fang

The sun bleeds gold on weary leaves,

A silent ache the heat still weaves.

The cicadas drone a hollow sound,

Where fading dreams are barely found.

The porch swing creaks a lonesome tune,

As dusk descends too late, too soon.

The ice melts slow in glasses sweet,

A cold embrace in phantom heat.

The fireflies, like memories, gleam—

A fleeting, melancholic dream.

They flicker once, then fade from sight,

Like love that slipped into the night.

The ocean sighs upon the shore,

A thirst that begs for something more.

The waves retreat with whispered pain,

And leave the world to burn again.

So let the summer’s fever pass,

Through darkened grass and fractured glass.

For in this gold, this radiant blaze—

Lies all the world’s unspoken days.

图/沈宸

The Sound of the Summer

by Arthur Huang

Summer symphonies surge through the trees,

Unseen singers performing admist the breeze.

Melody trills, unbeatably proud,

Marking moments beneath the cloud.

Enduring echoes, rhythmic but low,

Resounding deep into the soul.

图/卫欣悦

The light of Summer

by Arthur Huang

Scorching beams sear the silent street,

Umbrellas unfurl, giving a bright retreat.

Meadows murmur to breeze, thirsty and deep,

Midday magic lulls the world to sleep.

Earth exhales a shimmering haze,

Refracting light as sky was to blaze.

图/许锘

Campus in Summer

by Ania Fan

Summer sun shines on the campus ground,

Flowers bloom, trees stand around.

Grass is green, soft under feet,

Leaves rustle where the cool winds meet.

By the pond, fish swim close to me,

Chasing my shadow, quick and free.

They follow when I take a step,

In the clear water, tails do dip.

Under a big tree, there's a small hole,

Who lives inside? Let's make a role.

Maybe a bug with a tiny bed,

Summer on campus, warm and bright,

All these things make a sweet sight.

图/朱怀钰

Autumn Wind

by Bonnie Bao

The autumn wind, sweet and pure.

It blows gently from afar.

It dyes saffron on Ginkgo leaves.

And paints rouge on maple trees.

The primrose osmanthus falls.

Stepping on it,

no sound is heard,

only the whisper of a tender touch.

图/姚语菲

Autumn Whispers

by Florence Hua

Autumn breathes soft through amber trees,

A leaf, a sigh, a honeyed breeze.

Sun leans low, the sky turns wine,

Harvest hums, the day grows fine.

Night unrolls its cool, dark scroll Autumn whispers:

"Rest, my soul."

图/赵奕涵

A Poem for Winter

by Renee An

City lights in winter's chill,

Soft and steady, calm and still,

Casting glows on streets of stone,

Where echoes of the cold are known.

The air is crisp, but clear tonight,

As lamps and windows burn so bright,

A golden hue on quiet lanes,

Reflecting all the city’s veins.

No snow to settle, no frost to bite,

Yet every glow feels pure, alight.

Above, the stars, though few and far,

Compete with neon, like a star.

Cars hum by in whispered streams,

Beneath the glow of city dreams.

In this small world, a fleeting gleam,

Winter’s quiet, yet full of gleam.

图/姚语菲

Winter

by Alyssa Zhou

Ⅰ

My feline friend is the illusion of winter,

Soft, Warm, and Sweet.

and he punches into your bed and face,

only to drive away the morning chill.

Ⅱ

She planted a winter leaf on my coat,

a red leaf from a tree far from reach.

North wind painted the world black and white,

but this burning red shines so bright and divine.

Ⅲ

Maple blush in wisps,

like Burgundy splashed over.

The north wind freezes her lips pale,

yet it paints the maple leaves,

with such a scarlet shade of blaze,

--with you, I drown in this marvelous hue.

Breeze in our hair and books in our hands,

It’s so surreal to have a friend.

图/李诗妤

从“风格解码”

到“AI创译”

英文诗的配图，皆由同学们在美术课上亲手完成。他们不仅识得四位大师的风格密码，更读懂了笔触背后的温度与色彩深处的哲思，并以AI为“数字画笔”，完成了一场对英文诗的创造性视觉翻译。

吴冠中画中的抽象韵律，恰如春之生发，轻盈而灵动；莫奈笔下的瞬间光色，正如夏之绚烂，炽热而流转；梵高浓烈的色彩，宛如秋之浓烈，燃烧而深情；傅抱石磅礴的气势，仿佛冬之苍茫，肃穆而辽阔。同学们在中外名家的风格中穿行，让四季在艺术的语言里找到归宿。

他们学习大师的风格密码，然后教会AI——不是机械复制，而是理解。理解那一笔一划背后的情感温度，读懂色彩深处潜藏的时令密码。于是，每一幅作品都不是简单的配图，而是一场跨越时空的美学对话。中西在这里交融，传统在这里新生，AI成为连接人文与科技的桥梁。

结语

时光为墨，诗行为章。项目结项时将各组原创英文诗歌与校园四季实景相融，凝制成班级专属诗意日历。这本日历悬挂于教室一隅，定格四时芳华，更留存下青春与文学相伴的温暖成长印记。翻动间，有同学们笔下的春天，有他们聆听过的夏雨，有他们走过的秋径，有他们触摸过的冬雪——每一个平凡的日子，从此，都有了诗的名字。

图/文：梁潇潇、席小灵

音频/编辑：席小灵

审核：教务处