雪下了一整天。 黄昏的时候,雪仍未有停的意思。漫天飞舞的雪花依旧扑向城市的街道、楼宇……想用自己的努力建立一个银白的世界。 屠格涅夫随便穿了件大衣,踱出房门,沿着米洛夫大街,边走边在心里构思写了一整天的那篇小说的结尾。积雪在他的脚下发出咯吱咯吱的细碎声,在空旷的街道上传得很远,不时有灯光从两旁的窗子里升起,一辆马车从他身旁驶 Snow all day long. Twilight, the snow has not stopped meaning. Snow still flying toward the city streets, buildings ... ... want to use their own efforts to create a silver world. Turgenev accidentally wore a coat, paced out of the door, and walked along Millov’s Boulevard in the heart of the novel, which had been written for a whole day. Snow creaks under his feet, creaking loudly, spreading far down the open streets, with lights rising from the windows on both sides, and a carriage moving from beside him