隆冬的夜晚,爸爸带着女孩一块儿去拜访森林里的猫头鹰。月亮高高地挂在天空,远处火车的汽笛声又长又低……一路上女孩一点儿声音也不敢有,因为拜访猫头鹰一定要非常安静才可以。空荡荡的雪地上,两人就这么一前一后地走着,只留下长短不一的脚印。 Winter night, my father went with the girls to visit the owls in the forest. The moon hung high in the sky, the whistle of the train in the distance was long and low ... The girl did not dare to sound any more because the visit owl must be very quiet. The empty snow, the two men walked in that way, leaving only the footprints of different lengths.