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从前是有雁的,雁在天上行行飞过,声声作歌。百草枯凋的初冬,晨起,地上有霜。菜地的枯草上,屋瓦上,路边,都有霜。有霜的清晨清冷,无风,深潭的水没有一丝涟漪。天空也是明澈的,浮云在很深的蔚蓝下,徘徊在天边。云纹水迹在霜地里最干净,这时,雁就从天上飞过。天日无尘,远山都是清楚的,无端觉着雪暗霜明,冬草麦苗蚕豆地在霜迹里绿得醒目,田野空阔,海也空阔。山头或有淡月,也是白的,在晨光里退隐成残月。“霜晨月”是真的,我都亲眼见过。
Once upon a time there was a geese, wild geese flying in the sky, voice song. Paraquat withered early winter, early morning, there is frost on the ground. Subsoil on the ground, roof tile, curb, there are frost. Frosty morning cold, no wind, deep pool of water without a trace of ripples. The sky is crystal clear, clouds in the deep blue, hovering in the horizon. Moisture trace in the frost in the most clean, then goose flying from heaven. Days of dust-free, mountains are clear, no end of the snow aware of frost, winter grass wheat seedling beans in the cream marks in the green was eye-catching, empty field, the sea is empty. Hill or light moon, but also white, in the morning retreat into the moon. “Frosty Morning” is really, I have seen it with my own eyes.