我们也睡着了,一觉醒来,正是冬天的早晨。万籁无声,雪厚厚地堆着,窗槛上像是铺了温暖的棉花,窗格子显得加宽了,玻璃上结了冰纹,光线暗淡而静,更加强了屋内舒适愉快的感觉。早晨的安静,似乎静在骨子里,我们走到窗口,挑了一处没有冰霜封住的地方,眺望田野的景色;可是我们单是走这几步路,脚下的地板已经在吱吱地响。窗外一幢幢的房子都是白雪盖顶;屋檐下、 We are asleep, wake up, it is winter morning. Million silent, thick snow piled on the window sill like a warm cotton shop, the window lattice became widened, the glass on the ice pattern, the light dim and quiet, more to enhance the comfort of the house feel. Morning quiet, it seems quiet in the bones, we went to the window, pick a place without frost, overlooking the view of the fields; But we go these few steps, the foot of the floor has been creaking. The windows of a block of houses are covered with snow; under the eaves,