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Seeking the Chinese translation of English article First Snow (John Boynton Priestley)

when I woke up this morning, the whole world was an ice cave, with a dead white and pale green color. The light penetrating into the window is quite different, so even the daily actions such as splashing water, washing, brushing teeth and dressing are all different. Then at sunrise, when I had breakfast, the beautiful sunshine turned the snow crimson. The window of the dining room has been transformed into a charming Japanese cloth. Outside the window, a young plum tree is nestled in the bright sunshine, with branches covered with snow and excellent wind. After an hour or two, everything has turned into a cold light, white inside and blue. The scenery around the world is different. The only Japanese printed cloth is no longer visible. I looked out of the window and looked out at the garden, grass and further low hills in front of the study, but I felt that the earth was dazzling and could not be stared at. The sky was cold and the color was livid, and all the trees around it were gloomy and horrible. Really, the whole scene around does have an indescribable horrible atmosphere. It seems that our lovely suburb near Gyeonggi has suddenly turned into a harsh wilderness. It seems that at any time, I can catch a glimpse of a group of martial artists leaping out from behind the dark jungle as tools of tyranny, and I can hear the sound of shooting, while the snow on a distant land is dyed deep red. This is the scene around at this time.

now the scenery has changed again. The harsh glare is gone, and the horrible tone is gone. However, it snowed heavily, in large areas, and more than one after another, so the other side of the shallow valley was not clear. The roof was covered with thick snow, and the trees were bent. Although the weathervane on the top of the village church was still visible from the cloudy sky, it had already become something in Andersen's fairy tales. From my study (the study is opposite the house at home), I saw the children pressing their noses against the window glass, and then a children's song came back to my mind, because this song was what I often sang when I pressed my noses against the cold window to watch the snow when I was young. The lyrics are:

Snowflakes are flying,

White as gypsum,

Goose slaughter in the highlands,

Hair flying here!

So when I first saw this unusual silvery white world this morning, I couldn't help but sincerely hope that there would be more snows here, so that our winter in England would add a bit of winter flavor. I think, if our place is often a scene of snow and ice, frost and bright flowers, instead of the gloomy and uncharacteristic days like now, it would be so delightful! So I envy my friends who live in the eastern States of the United States and Canada. They can count on a decent winter every year, can tell the exact date of snowfall, and can guarantee that the snow there will never degenerate into black mud until the spring of the earth returns. There is frost and snow, sunny and warm sky, and the air is very cool and fresh-this is really a great pleasure in my opinion. But right away, I thought it was still not working. People will get tired of it in a week. Even after a day or two, the magic will disappear, leaving only the dazzling sunshine that will never change during the day and the bitter cold and bleak night. It seems that the really fascinating place is not in the snow itself, not in this snow-covered scene, but in its initial fall, in this sudden and quiet change. It is from the fickle and unpredictable relationship such as ups and downs that this kind of situation with snowfall as a miracle will appear. Who is willing to change the present scenery into a monotonous situation that will last forever, a land that is completely controlled by the years? There is a good saying that other countries have climate, and only Britain has weather. In fact, there is nothing more boring than climate in the world. Perhaps only scientists and hypochondriacs will take it as a topic. However, the weather is Cleopatra in our land, so it is not surprising that people are always whispering to her because of its great emotional changes. If once we settle in America, Siberia and Australia, where there is a prior agreement between climate and calendar, we will deeply regret even if we lose her naughty, her nonsense, her rage and tears. Then waking up in the morning will no longer be an adventure. Our weather may be a bit capricious, but we are not necessarily much better than it ourselves. In fact, our volatility just matches her impermanence. Talking about the sun, wind, snow and rain, how popular they were at first, but not long ago, we got tired of them. If this snow falls next week, I will definitely be bored to death with it and wish it could leave early. But its arrival is a great event. Today is a day with a flavor and an atmosphere, which is completely different from yesterday, and my activities also make me feel slightly different from before, as if I were meeting new friends and suddenly arriving in Norway. A person can spend a lot of money to break the depression in his heart, but when it comes to feelings, I am afraid it is still not as deep as I felt before noon today.