The wind gently murmured,puffed and sometimes sighed like a summer breeze lifting the leaves along the livelong night.The cat was curling up quiet in her bed.The mouse was sleeping carefree in his gallery.The dog was lying swwet on the sofa.Even the earth itself was sleeping in tranquility,exept that some house door faintly creaked upon its hinge,telling us a remote inward warmth.Nature was at her midnight work with feathery flakes whirling down in the wind,as if she was showering her silvery seeds over the fields.
“风轻轻地咕哝着，吹着，有时叹息着，就像夏日的微风吹拂着漫漫长夜的树叶。猫静静地蜷缩在床上。老鼠无忧无虑地睡在他的画廊里。狗在沙发上摇摇晃晃地躺着。就连地球本身也在安静地睡觉，一扇房门隐约地在铰链上吱吱作响，告诉我们一种遥远的内心温暖，大自然在午夜的工作中，羽毛般的雪花随风飘落，就好像她在田野里洒下银色的种子。
Finally I woke up.The floor creaked under my feet as I moved towards the window.The snow as warm as cotton was lying calmly upon the window sill and the stillness of the morning was extremely impressive.
的人终于醒了。当我走向窗户时，地板在我脚下吱吱作响。像棉花一样温暖的雪平静地躺在窗台上，早晨的宁静令人印象深刻。
The roofs were standing under their snow caps,while the eaves were wearing their glittering ornaments.The trees raised white arms to the sky on every side,and where there was a wall,there were some fantastic forms of snow stretching exhilarated in the dim landscape,as if Nature had carved her fresh desighs by night as models for man's art.
的人站在雪盖下，当屋檐上戴着闪闪发光的饰物时，树木向四面八方的天空举起了白色的臂膀，在有墙的地方，有一些奇妙的雪在昏暗的景色中舒展开来，仿佛大自然在夜晚为人类的艺术雕刻出了新的图案
Silently,I opened the door and stepped outside to face the cutting air.The moon had already lost some of its glow and the land was bathed in a dull mist.A lurid light in the east proclaimed the approach of day while the weatern landscape was bleak with some spooky stillness like a wizard kingdom.What you could only hear was the creepy sounds,seemingly out of the hell----the barking of dogs,the hammering of blacksmith,the lowing of cows and the crying of pigs under the butcher's knife.
的静默，我打开门，走到外面，面对着刺骨的空气。月亮已经失去了一些光芒，大地沐浴在一片昏暗的薄雾中。东方的一道耀眼的光线宣告着白天的来临，而西部的景色则像巫师王国一样，阴郁而寂静。你只能听到那些令人毛骨悚然的声音，似乎是从外面传出来的地狱的声音——狗的叫声，铁匠的锤打声，牛的叫声，屠夫刀下猪的叫声。
Gradually,the lurid light darkened and spread across the west.Every flower,every tree and
渐渐地，刺眼的光线变暗，蔓延到整个西部。每一朵花，每一棵树，每一棵杂草都沐浴在阳光下。突然，所有的声音都不再是忧郁的他们建议，但因为他们暮色中的喧嚣对我来说太庄严和神秘了。
every weed were bathed in the sunshine.Suddenly,it turned out that all the sounds were not for any melancholy they suggested,but for their twilight bustle which was too solemn and mysterious for me.
的我移动了om，轻快地踩在路上，干巴巴的雪在我脚下嘎吱作响。
I moved om,treading briskly along the road,the dry and crisped snow crunching under my feet.