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The stillness of the morning is impressive.
早晨的寂靜真令人難忘。
The floor creaks under our feet as we move toward the window to look abroad through some clear space over the fields, we see the roofs stand under their snow burden.
我們踏著吱吱作響的地板來到窗□前，站在一塊沒有結冰的地方，眺望田野風景。
From the eaves and fences hang stalactites of snow, and in the yard stand stalagmites covering some concealed core.
屋頂被皚皚白雪覆蓋著，雪凍成的冰條掛在屋檐下和柵欄上；院子里的雪柱像竹筍一樣立著，雪柱里有沒有藏著什么東西，就無從知曉了。
The trees and shrubs rear white arms to the sky on every side；
樹木和灌木向四面八方伸展著它們白色的枝干；
and where were walls and fences, we see fantastic forms stretching in frolic gambols across the dusky landscape, as if Nature had strewn her fresh designs over the fields by night as models for man’s art.
原來是墻壁和籬笆的地方，形態更加奇妙， 在昏暗的大地上，它們向左右延伸，似乎在跳躍，仿佛一夜的工夫，大自然就重新設計了一幅田野美境，供人類的藝術家來臨摹。
Silently we unlatch the door, letting the drift fall in, and step abroad to face the cutting air.
我們靜靜地拔去了門閂，讓飛雪飄進屋里；走出屋外，寒風如刀割般迎面撲來。
Already the stars have lost some of their sparkle,and a dull, leaden mist skirts the horizon.
星星有點黯淡無光，地平線上籠罩了一層深色沉重的薄霧。
A lurid brazen light in the east proclaims the approach of day, while the western landscape is dim and spectral still,and clothed in a somber Tartarean light, like the shadowy realms.
東方露出一點耀眼的古銅色光彩，預示著天就要亮了；可是西邊的景物，還是很模糊，一片昏暗，無聲無響，似乎是籠罩著地獄之光，鬼影撲現著，好像是非人間。
They are infernal sounds only that you hear—the crowing of cocks, the barking of dogs, the chopping of wood, the lowing of kine, all seem to come from Pluto，s barnyard and beyond the Styx-not for any melancholy they suggest, but their twilight bustle is too solemn and mysterious for earth.
耳邊的聲音也有點陰氣森森—雞鳴犬吠，木柴斷裂的聲音，牛群低沉的叫聲—這一切好像來自陰陽河彼岸冥王星的農場;倒不是這些聲音本身特別凄涼，只是天還沒有亮，所以聽起來很肅穆很神秘，不像是來自于人間。
The recent tracks of the fox or otter,in the yard,remind us that each hour of the night is crowded with events,and the primeval nature is still working and making tracks in the snow.
院子里，雪地上，狐貍和 水獺所留下的印跡清晰可見，這些提醒我們：即使是在冬夜最寂靜的時候，自然界里的生物也在時時刻刻活動著，并且在雪地里留下足跡。
