《白马湖之冬》夏丐尊(国外英文资料).docVIP

《白马湖之冬》夏丐尊(国外英文资料) White Horse Lake winter Author: Xia Mianzun In my past forty years of life, the winter tasted the most profound, it should be moved to Baima Lake ten years ago. For ten years, the White Horse Lake has become a small village, and when I moved, it was still a wilderness. A Chunhui middle school new buildings towering in the lake, the lake at the foot of this side is a few small house lived in Xinping, I and Liu Jun as two hearts. Besides, there are no people in two or three li. The family moved from the busy Hangzhou to the desolate mountain in late November, as if to plunge into the polar zone. Theres wind, almost every day there, whirring, like a tiger. Although the Department of new buildings, the structure is very rough, the wind from the windows and doors opening, the door window is small, thick paper gap, but still have seam penetration. When the wind blew, day night to shut the gate, the family dinner and go to bed, listening to the wind howling, the surging. Small Xuan is my patron, the study in the whole house a minimum of a stroke, I often head Luo Songmao pulled low, working till midnight in the ocean under the lamp. Such as Songtao roar, when the frost on the window, the mouse squeak in the ceiling on about hunger. I felt bleak at this time of interest, often alone dial paddled ashes, refused to sleep, his landscape painting of characters, all my imagination stepped. Now the White Horse Lake is full of trees. When it is fashionable, a tree is not planted. The moon and the sun are the whole child, from the hill up straight down to the mountain. When the sun is good, as long as it is not windy, warm like winter. The whole family sat in the courtyard, exposed to the sun and even had lunch outside. It was like dinner in the summer. The sun where the chair moved to where, suddenly the wind came, he had to flee with their chairs escaped burglary, hastily closed the door. On ordinary days, the wind comes around in the afternoon, towards evenin