暴雪密不透光的昏暗。窗户上的玻璃沾满了一层新鲜的白雪,庄园大宅里的光线有一种皑皑白雪样的色泽;墙外前院里老树上一根枝桠吱吱嘎嘎,哼哼唧唧,发出持续不断的单调的撞击声,有规则时间间隔的单调的敲房顶声。同每场暴雪一样,我特别喜欢那种屋外远古的气氛和屋内温馨的感觉。门厅的门砰的一声,我听见别佳打猎归来,听见他跺毡靴,抖 Blizzard dark opacity. Glass on the window covered with a layer of fresh white snow, the light in the manor house has a kind of snow-like color; a wall outside the front yard old tree creak creak, hum continuous, issued a monotonous The percussion, there are regular intervals of monotonous knocking on the roof sound. Like every Blizzard, I especially like the kind of ancient atmosphere and the warmth of the house. The hall door bang, I heard good hunting back, I heard him blanket boots, shaking