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January wind
一月的風兒
The January wind has a hundred voices.
一月的風兒，奏響千般號角，訴說萬般風情。
It can scream, it can bellow, it can whisper, and it can sing a lullaby.
它時而尖叫，劃破長空；時而怒吼，響徹宇宙；時而輕聲細語，似也萬般風情；時而哼著小曲兒，似有慈母柔情。
I can roar through the leafless oaks and shout down the hillside,
山坡上的橡樹林，樹葉凋落，風兒嚎啕過處，猶如猛虎下山，威風振振。
and it can murmur in the white pines rooted among the granite ledges where lichen makes strange hieroglyphics.
花崗石崖上，青苔斑斑，也似奇異畫面；銀松林里，白色茫茫。風兒一路輕聲而過，也似玩味著林間美景。
It can whistle down a chimney and set the heart-flames to dancing.
路過村莊，鉆進煙囪，為爐里火焰的偏偏舞姿，奏響串串哨音。
On a sunny day it can pause in a sheltered spot and breathe a promise of spring and violets.
白天，陽光明媚，過陰涼處，也會逗留片刻，飄灑春天的氣息，攜帶紫羅蘭的花香。
In the cold of a lonely night it can rattle the sash and stay there muttering of ice and snowbanks and deep-frozen ponds.
夜晚，寒氣逼人，也覺人間孤苦寂寞，搖曳窗欞，吱吱作響，似也提醒人們冰雪世界即將來臨。
Sometimes the January wind seems to come from the farthest star in the outer darkness, so remote and so impersonal is its voice.
偶有光景，其聲是那么的飄渺無際，奇異無比，原來宇宙茫茫，星光飄搖處，是其遙遠的家鄉。
That is the wind of a January dawn, in the half0light that trembles between day and night.
此時晨曦初露時，日夜半明半暗處，輕柔的曉風，撫弄樹葉，婆娑作響。
It was a wind that merely quivers the trees, its force sensed but not seen, a force that might almost hold back the day if it were so directed.
輕盈漫步的姿態只可膚感不可眼見。倘若一聲令下，仿佛也足以延緩白晝的來臨。
Then the east brightens, and the wind relaxes-the stars, its source, grown dim.
東方魚肚白時，退身休息，似也略顯疲倦。遠方繁星點點處-有其故鄉，也漸漸消弭于宇宙中。
And sometimes the January wind is so intimate that you know it came only from the next hill, a little wind that plays with leaves and puffs at chimney smoke and whistles like a little boy with puckered lips.
霎那時，仿佛就在你的身邊，與你相伴，好像就歸宿在身旁的小山。時而與樹葉嬉戲，時而與炊煙相鬧，時而又像小孩兒突起嘴唇，吹著口哨，一路小跑而過。
It makes the little cedar trees quiver, as with delight. It shadow-boxes with the weather-vane.
每每過處，小雪松也會高興地招手歡迎，風向標也會大打出手與其過幾招太極拳。
It tweaks an ear, and whispers laughing words about crocuses and daffodils, and nips the nose and dances off.
不一會兒，又像個天真無邪的快樂小精靈，揪揪耳朵，捏捏鼻子，一路歡聲笑語，散發著番紅花和水仙花的花香。
But you never know, until you hear its voice, which wind is here today. Or, more important, which will be here tomorrow.
總之，一月的風兒，先聞其聲響，后知其情狀。尤為重要的是：聞今日之風聲，知明日之風情。
