一百多年前,美国佛蒙特州的乡下,大雪纷纷扬扬。人们弓着身子,往手里呵着热气,赶着雪橇匆匆回家,暖洋洋的壁炉和温热的白兰地在召唤着他们。但是,有一个叫威利·班特利的小男孩,却独自站在屋外,他兴奋地仰着头,望着漫天飘落的雪。它们多美啊,像是漫天飞舞的白色精灵。威利多么喜欢它们,多么喜欢雪花。不时,有一两片完整的雪花盘旋落下,威利便跑过去,接住它,试着将它捧在手心。但是,它很 A hundred years ago, the country of Vermont, the United States, have snow-ravaged. People huddled with heat in their hands and hurried back to their sleds, calling them warmly by the fireplace and the warm brandy. However, there was a little boy named Willie Bentley, who stood alone outside the house, looking up at the falling snow in excitement. How beautiful they are, like white elf flying in the air. How Willie like them, how they like snowflakes. From time to time, with one or two complete snowflakes circling down, Willie ran over and caught it, trying to hold it in her hand. However, it is very