早晨的第一缕阳光爬过院子的篱笆,透过殖民时期的大窗户,柔和地照在卧室内。阵阵凉风吹来,除了梳妆台上笨重而古老的座钟发出有规律的滴答滴答声,一切都是那么安静。一床针织被盖在床上,那里睡着丈夫和妻子,他们轻微的呼吸也几乎听不到。 The first ray of sunshine in the morning climbed the fence of the yard and shone gently through the large windows of the colonial era in the bedroom. The cool breeze blowing, in addition to the dunks on the dresser and the ancient clock ticking regular ticking, everything is so quiet. A knit was covered in bed, where the husband and wife fell asleep, and their slight breathing was hardly audible.