这是下雪的第三天,电,从昨天起就没有了。马匹待在牲口棚里。四点钟时我离开屋子,半身陷在雪里,推开书房的门,雪落进屋里。我坐在书桌前,有一盆花开了。上层的花瓣是橘红色,下层的是淡色的,好像浓烈的强度向上走。两片花瓣像农村孩子的两个耳朵,一边支棱一个。花朵面对着窗户,外面飘雪以每小时四十英里的速度扫过。因此两种温柔相互凝视,两个 This is the third day of snow, electricity, since yesterday, gone. Horses stay in barns. At four o’clock I left the house, half-trapped in the snow, pushed open the study door, and the snow fell into the house. I sat at my desk with a pot of flowers. Upper petals are orange-red, the lower is light-colored, as if the intensity of strong upward. Two petals like two ears of rural children, while supporting a rib. The flowers were facing the windows, and the snow outside swept over forty miles an hour. So two gentle staring at each other, two