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科林慢慢地从学校往家走。他翻过这个爱尔兰小渔村的丘陵地时,步履沉重,不像是在圣诞前夜。也许是没有下雪的缘故吧。但科林知道,不像圣诞节的原因还有一个——一个他甚至都不敢在心里小声嘀咕的原因。他望了望山谷那边铅灰色的大海。海面上连一艘船的影子都没有。父亲打鱼的纵帆船七天前就应该回来了。
Colin walked slowly from school to home. He climbed heavily in the hilly Irish fishing village, not like on Christmas Eve. Maybe it’s because it’s snowing. But Colin knew that there was not one other reason for Christmas - a reason why he could not even whisper in his heart. He looked over the lead gray sea over the valley. The shadow of a ship on the sea are not. Father dumped the schooner seven days ago should be back.