父亲问道:“准备好了吗,孩子?”杰里米急忙点点头,并把枪捡起。他的手戴着手套,显得笨拙。父亲把门推开,两人一起走进严冬的曙光里,把小窝棚的舒适、煤油炉的温暖、咸肉和咖啡的诱人气昧一古脑儿都留在身后。他们在窝棚前站了一阵,呼出的气体立即变成白色的蒸气。眼前是一望无垠的沼泽、水面和天空。要是在平时,杰里米就会叫父亲等一等,以便他摆弄照相机,把 My father asked, “Are you ready, boy?” Jeremy nodded quickly and picked up the gun. His hands are gloved and clumsy. Father pushed the door open, the two went into the dawn of a harsh winter, the comfort of the shack, the warmth of the kerosene stove, the tempting of bacon and coffee to stay behind. They stood in front of the shack for a while, and the expired gas instantly turned into white vapor. In front of an endless swamp, water and sky. If normally, Jeremy will call his father to wait so he can play with the camera