雪静静地,幽灵似的一直不停地下着,覆盖了大地,越积越深,好像要永远这样下下去似的。那是今年下的第一场雪啊。透过厨房的窗户,比利痴痴地望着外面那白色的雪景。他有一种想要冲进雪中的冲动,他想把自己埋在软软的积雪中。“比利!”他的母亲大声地喊叫着他的名字。她就站在他的身旁,可她不得不提高她的嗓音,因为他没有在听。 Snow quietly, ghost-like has been kept underground, covering the earth, deeper and deeper, as if to go down like this forever. That was the first snowfall this year. Through the window of the kitchen, Billy watched the white snow outside. He has an impulse to rush into the snow. He wants to bury himself in the soft snow. “Billy!” His mother shouted his name out loud. She was standing beside him, but she had to raise her voice because he was not listening.