去年冬天,我写日记的时候,感到非常恐慌,心想也许再也不能走出树屋了。有两天时间我都惊恐不安,自从第一次暴风雪袭击卡茨基尔山之后就是如此。可是当我来到阳光下,从大雪覆盖的树屋门口探出头并站起身来,忍不住笑了,为自己的惶惶不可终日而笑。[2]一切都洁白无瑕,一尘不染,闪闪发亮,美不胜收。天空碧蓝碧蓝碧蓝的。铁杉树丛披上了白雪制作的蕾丝花边,草坪银装素裹平滑如镜, Last winter, when I wrote a diary, I was very scared and I thought maybe I could not get out of the tree house again. I was both frightened for two days, since the first snowstorm hit the Catskills. But when I came to the sunshine, I drew my head out of the snow-covered tree house door and stood up, unable to help but smile, for my own anxiety could not be ignored. [2] Everything is white and immaculate, spotless, sparkling and beautiful. The sky is blue and blue. Hemlock Grove covered with snow made lace, lawn silver wrapped smooth as a mirror,