雪越下越大,把破旧的木屋衬托得愈加孤单冷清。风想尽一切法子钻进屋里,窗子“嘎吱嘎吱”地发着牢骚。女巫把仅有的一条毯子裹在身上,诅咒着窗外的雪。好像有敲门的声音。“噢,这怎么可能?几百年来,从来没有人敲响过这扇门,更何况在这大雪天里。”女巫嘴上嘀咕着,还是忍不住往门口扫了一眼。“咚咚咚……”确实有人在敲门,这回,她听得十分真切。打开门,一个小小的女孩站在那里,小手和小脸冻得通红。 The snow grows bigger and bigger, the shabby hut set off more lonely deserted. Wind tried everything to get into the room, the window “crunches ” to complain. Witch wrapped the only blanket, cursing the snow outside the window. Sounds like knocking “Oh, how is it possible? For hundreds of years, no one has ever slammed this door, let alone in this snowy day.” “The witch muttered to her, still glancing at the door. ”Boom boom ... " Someone is knocking, this time, she heard very real. Open the door, a little girl standing there, small hands and face frozen red.