你去看猫头鹰的时候,不需要开口说话,也不要害怕寒冷,你什么也不用带,只需要心怀希望。那份希望会在明亮的月光下,乘着猫头鹰的翅膀,悄悄地飞到我们身边。It was late one winter night,long past my bedtime,when Pa and I went owling.There was no wind.The trees stood still as giant statues.And the moon was so bright that the sky seemed to shine.Somewhere behind us a train whistle blew,long and low,like a sad,sad song.I could hear it through the woolen cap Pa had pulled When you look at the owl, you do not need to speak, nor fear the cold. You do not need to bring anything, just hope. The hope flies to us in the bright moonlight, riding on the owl’s wings. It was late one winter night, long past my bedtime, when Pa and I went owling. Where was no wind. Trees were still as giant statues. And the moon was so bright that the sky seemed to shine.Somewhere behind us a train whistle blew, long and low, like a sad, sad song. I could hear it through the woolen cap Pa had pulled