冬日破晓的天空,依然深邃。雪似乎已经停下了,但昨夜堆积的雪依然依附在房顶、街旁、树枝上,如碎琼乱玉般。阒寂的街道上依然沉寂如夜。高老汉却早已从山腰背了篓鸡蛋和两只公鸡,独自走在逼仄的弄堂里。 The sky that breaks in the winter is still deep. The snow seems to have stopped, but the snow accumulated last night still clung to the roof, the street, and the branches. The stillness of the night is still on the lonely streets. The old man of Gao had already walked from the mountainside to pick up the eggs and two cocks and walked alone in a compelling alley.