Feb.1 The First Snow 《初雪》（美） Longfellow 朗费罗

The first snow came. How beautiful it was, falling so silently all day long, all night long, on the mountains，on the meadows, on the roofs of the living, on the graves of the dead. All white save the river, that marked its course by a winding black line across the landscape；and the leafless trees, that against the leaden sky now revealed more fully the wonderful beauty and intricacies of their branches. 初雪飘飘，真美啊！它整日整夜静静地飘着，落在山岭上，落在草地上，落在生者的屋顶上，落在逝者的坟墓上！在一片白茫茫之中，只有河流在美丽的画面上勾画出一道弯弯曲曲的黑线；还有那光秃秃的树木，映衬着灰蒙蒙的天空，更显得枝丫交错，姿态万千。 What silence, too, came with the snow, and what seclusion! Every sound was muffled, every noise changed to some thing soft and musical. No more tramping hoofs, no more rattling wheels. Only the chiming of sleigh-bells, beating as swift and merrily as the hearts of children. 初雪飘落时，是多么的静谧，多么的安详！一切的声响都趋沉寂，一切噪音都化作柔和的音乐。没有了嗒嗒的马蹄声，也听不见滚滚的车轮声！只有雪橇的铃铛奏出和谐的乐曲，那明快欢乐的节奏像孩子的心在跳动。