The wind gently murmured,puffed and sometimes sighed like a summer breeze lifting the leaves along the livelong night.The cat was curling up quiet in her bed.The mouse was sleeping carefree in his gallery.The dog was lying swwet on the sofa.Even the earth itself was sleeping in tranquility,exept that some house door faintly creaked upon its hinge,telling us a remote inward warmth.Nature was at her midnight work with feathery flakes whirling down in the wind,as if she was showering her silvery seeds over the fields.

Finally I woke up.The floor creaked under my feet as I moved towards the window.The snow as warm as cotton was lying calmly upon the window sill and the stillness of the morning was extremely impressive.

The roofs were standing under their snow caps,while the eaves were wearing their glittering ornaments.The trees raised white arms to the sky on every side,and where there was a wall,there were some fantastic forms of snow stretching exhilarated in the dim landscape,as if Nature had carved her fresh desighs by night as models for man's art.

Silently,I opened the door and stepped outside to face the cutting air.The moon had already lost some of its glow and the land was bathed in a dull mist.A lurid light in the east proclaimed the approach of day while the weatern landscape was bleak with some spooky stillness like a wizard kingdom.What you could only hear was the creepy sounds,seemingly out of the hell----the barking of dogs,the hammering of blacksmith,the lowing of cows and the crying of pigs under the butcher's knife.

Gradually,the lurid light darkened and spread across the west.Every flower,every tree and

every weed were bathed in the sunshine.Suddenly,it turned out that all the sounds were not for any melancholy they suggested,but for their twilight bustle which was too solemn and mysterious for me.

I moved on,treading briskly along the road,the dry and crisped snow crunching under my feet.
风轻轻地低语，膨化有时叹了口气像夏日的风沿着提升树叶整天的夜晚。猫安静蜷缩在床上。老鼠睡在他的画廊无忧无虑。狗躺在沙发上甜。即使地球本身是睡在宁静，除了一些房子的门牌依稀在铰链嘎吱作响，告诉我们一个偏远的内在本质是温暖。她在午夜工作鹅毛般的在风中旋转下来，仿佛她把她的银种子在战场。
最后我醒了。我脚下的地板发出我走向窗口。雪温暖如棉花躺在窗台上冷静和早晨的寂静是非常令人印象深刻的。
他们站在屋顶下的雪帽，在屋檐下穿着闪闪发光的装饰品。提出白树伸向天空的每一方，并在那里有一堵墙，有雪在昏暗的景观拉伸兴奋一些奇异的形状，仿佛大自然雕刻了她的新的夜为男人设计艺术的典范。
静静地，我打开了门，走到外面面切割空气。月亮已经失去了它的发光和土地沐浴在一个沉闷的雾。惨淡无光寂静的像一个精灵王国。你只能听到令人毛骨悚然的声音，似乎出了地狱狗吠，铁匠锤，降低奶牛和猪的屠刀下哭泣。
渐渐的，可怕的光线昏暗，横跨西。每一朵花，每一棵树，
每一个沐浴在阳光下杂草。突然，原来所有的声音没有任何忧郁，他们建议，但他们忙碌的暮色对我是太庄严而神秘的。
我继续走，踏着轻快地沿着路，干而脆的雪在我脚下嘎吱嘎吱声。

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