一篇英文旧作,某个冬天下雪的夜晚的一点感想而已。 First Winter Snow Winter is always said to be sluggish, decadent and hopeless. Just to think that when you walk on the streets, you see nothing but only bald branches of phoenix trees or shrubs, rearing their white arms very lonely to the sky on all sides, cutting the gloomy sky apart into pieces. Such a picture may be too bleak for men to bear. This winter was much colder than ever, and snows were not unusual. The first snow visited us on the eve of the New Year 2005. At noon, cold rain stopped and it began snowing. After a while, the snowflakes were descending faster and faster, roaming all over the sky with its softness. Within a few hours, the roofs in distance, the trees or shrubs or grassland nearby, as well as flower-borders along the streets were all covered by the white “cottons”. Out of my expectation, it was easy to get a taxi in this cold winter night. I know that because many people would prefer walking home so as to feel the sentimental emotion when the glittering flakes touched our cold hands and soon melt. I looked out of the window, for the first time I found that the winter in Shanghai was so delightful and rejoicing due to the snowing, particularly in this moment we were advancing toward the New Year. Snowing made the whole city warm and quiet, totally filtrated out the impetuous noise in the daytime, and left nothing but only sweet, fresh, moist and pure air. I opened the window, letting the drift fall in and stretched out my arms to welcome the cutting air. When wind was passing by, it sounded like sighs penetrating the darkness and entering into the depth of our soul. It was getting dark. All creatures in nature are in good sleep. Children were so excited that they could not wait to play snows. Their silvery laughter reverberated in this peaceful night, even though in usual it was nothing but simplicity. However, the nature itself, having blessed us so much warm and cheery feelings was now in peaceful silence, staring us with smile, with its kindly understanding. Returning to home, I made a cup of coffee for myself. How nice to be home in such cold night! Outside, snowing continued, as a blossom of pear trees puffed by a sudden breeze. Inside, my private heart was warm and cheery. |