那是一个很冷的冬天,大雪从前一天就开始下,一直没停。放学后,我和朋友艾伦去他们家的小木屋里取雪橇,他5岁的弟弟帕克也偷偷地跟了来。“天哪,这天儿冷得让人直发抖。”我一边走进门一边大声说。“是啊,这里除非有人来,妈妈才会点上火炉。好了,我俩把火点起来吧。”艾伦说着,向火炉里加了木柴。然后,他从木架上拿出一个水壶。这壶上贴了张字条,上面写着“煤油”。 It was a very cold winter, heavy snow began the day before, has not stopped. After school, my friend Alan and I went to their cabin for a sleigh ride. Parker, his 5-year-old brother, also secretly followed. “My God, it was so cold that day,” I shouted as I walked in the door. “Yeah, my mom just lit up the stove unless someone came here, and well, let's get the fire on,” said Allen, adding firewood to the stove. Then he took a kettle from the wooden stand. This pot is affixed with a note that says “kerosene.”