六月的一个夜晚,一个小女孩匆匆跑过洒满阴影的森林。已经晚上8点了,西尔维娅担心祖母会责怪她这么晚才回家。奶牛在一条小溪边停下来饮水,西尔维娅在一旁等着,把赤脚伸进冰冷、清澈(chè)的溪水中。突然,从远处传来一声尖锐的口哨声,西尔维娅知道这不是友好的鸟鸣声。“你好,小女孩。”一个年轻的小伙子高兴地叫道,“这儿离大路多远?”西尔维娅发抖着低语道:“两里。”她面对的是一 One night in June, a young girl hurried through the shaded forest. It was already 8 o’clock at night, and Silvia feared her grandmother would blame her for coming home so late. The cows stopped by a stream to drink water, and Silvia waited aside, stretching his bare feet into the icy, clear streams. Suddenly, a sharp whistle came from a distance and Silvia knew it was not a friendly bird song. “Hello, little girl.” Cried the young man happily, “how far is the road from here?” Sylvia whispered: “Two miles.” "What she faced was one