已是12月了,一个寒冷的早晨,一位苍老的黑人妇女,头上裹着红色旧围巾,步履艰难地在阴暗的树林里走着,她准备前往远方的小镇。她的名字叫芙妮可丝·杰可森。她年纪一大把,瘦小的身子像破旧的钟摆一样,走路时摇摇晃晃。在清冷的天气中,她手中拿着一把旧雨伞,权当拐杖,不时地敲打 It was December, and one cold morning, a dark, black woman with a red scarf on her head and walking hard in the dark woods, prepared to go to a distant town. Her name is Nicole Si Jie Kesen. She was a very young man, thin body like a worn-out pendulum, like shaking when walking. She was holding an old umbrella in cold weather, crutching it from time to time