白茫茫的一片。没有别的什么踪迹,只有我的脚印如细密的针脚印在积雪上。积雪白如桦树皮,是昨夜落下的。在树上没有鸟儿轻捷的身影,在空中也听不到鸟儿一丝的啁啾。每年这个时候,太阳发出的光亮都非常微弱,无精打采地穿过白纱一样的云层,不能给人一点温暖。眼下,威斯康星州我的小屋附近,将近一周了,温度还没升到零度以上。水银柱好像画在了温度计的底部。当我跺脚取暖时,全身感到一阵 White piece. There are no other traces. Only my footprints are printed on the snow. White snow, such as birch bark, fell last night. There are no birds on the trees that are light and light, and there is no trace of birds in the air. At this time of year, the sun’s light is very weak, and it slouches through the white clouds. It does not give a warmth. Right now, near my hut in Wisconsin, for nearly a week, the temperature has not risen above zero. The mercury column seems to be drawn at the bottom of the thermometer. When I stomp my feet to warm up, I feel a full body