处某一处雪地被鲜血染红。——这就是我看到的情景。
初 雪（2）
这时情况又在变化。光亮已经消逝，那恐怖的迹象也荡然无存。雪下得正紧，大片大片柔软的雪花洋洋洒洒，因而人们几乎看不清对面那浅浅的山谷，厚厚的积雪压着屋顶，树木也都弯下了腰，映着影影绰绰的空茫，依然能清晰地看见乡村教堂的风标，然而它已变成安徒生笔下的某种动物了。我的书房独立于整所房子，从这儿我可以看到幼儿室的孩子们把鼻尖紧紧地贴在窗户玻璃上。突然，我的脑海里响起一首儿歌，虽然音韵不协调，但在我孩提时，鼻尖紧贴着冰冷的玻璃凝视着飘舞的雪花时，总唱起它：
雪花，雪花，飘得快：
洁白的雪花真可爱！
苏格兰宰了多少鹅，
片片鹅毛这边飘落！
First Snow
John Boynton Priestley
Mr。 Robert Lynd once remarked1 of Jane Austen’s characters：“They are people in whose lives a slight fall of snow is an event。” Even at the risk of appearing to this witty and genial critic as another Mr。 Woodhouse； I must insist that last night’s fall of snow here was an event。 I was nearly as excited about it this morning as the children； whom I found all peering through the nursery2 window at the magic outside and chattering as excitedly as if Christmas had suddenly e round again。 The fact is； however； that the snow was as strange and enchanting to me as it was to them。 It is the first fall we have had here this winter； and last year I was out of the country； broiling in the tropics； during the snowy season； so that it really does seem an age since I saw the ground so fantastically carpeted。 It was while I was away last year that I met the three young girls from British Guiana who had just returned from their first visit to England。 The two things that had impressed them most were the endless crowds of people in the London street； all strangers （they emphasized this； for they had spent all their lives in a little town where everybody knows everybody）； and the snow…covered landscape they awoke to； one morning when they were staying somewhere in Somerset。 They were so thrilled and delighted that they flung away any pretence of being demure young ladies and rushed out of the house to run to and fro across the glittering white expanses； happily scattering footmarks on the untrodden surface； just as the children did in the garden this morning。
The first fall of snow is not only an event but it is a magical event。 You go to bed in one kind of world and wake up to find yourself in another quite different； and if this is not enchantment； then where is it to be found？ The very stealth3； the eerie quietness； of the thing makes it more magical。 If all the snow fell at once in one shattering crash； awakening us in the middle of the night the event would be robbed of its wonder。 But it flutters down； soundless； hour after hour while we are asleep。 Outside the closed curtains of the bedroom a vast transformation scene is taking place； just as if a myriad elves and brownies were at work； and we turn and yawn and stretch and know nothing about it。 And then； what an extraordinary change it is！ It is as if the house you are in had been dropped down in another continent。 Even the inside； which has not been touched； seems different； every room appearing smaller and cosier； just as if some power were trying to turn it into a woodcutter’s hut or a snug log…cabin。 Outside； where the garden was yesterday； there is now a white and glistening level； and the village beyond is no longer your own familiar cluster of roofs but a village in an old German fairy…tale。 You would not be surprised to learn that all the people there； the spectacled postmistress； the cobbler； the retired school master； and the rest； had suffered a change too and had bee queer elvish beings； purveyors of invisible caps and magic shoes。 You yourselves do not feel quite the same people you were yesterday。 How could you when so much has been changed？ There is a curious4 stir； a little shiver of excitement； troubling the house； not unlike the feeling there is abroad when a journey has to be made。 The children； of course； are all excitement but even the adults hang about and talk to one another longer than usual before settling down to the day’s work。 Nobody can resist the windows。 It is like being on board a ship。 电子书 分享网站
初 雪（3）
When I got up this morning the world was a chilled hollow of dead white and faint blues。 The light that came through the windows was very queer； and it contrived to make the familiar business of splashing and shaving and brushing and dressing very queer too。 Then the sun came out； and by the time I had sat down to breakfast。 It was shining bravely and flushing the snow with delicate5 pinks。 The dining room window had been transformed into a lovely Japanese print。 The little plum…tree outside； with the faintly flushed snow lining its boughs and artfully disposed along its trunk； stood in full sunlight。 An hour or two later everything was a cold glitter of white and blue。 The world had pletely changed again。 The little Japanese prints had all vanished。 I looked out of my study window； over the garden； the meadow； to the low hills beyond； and the ground was one long glare； the sky was steely； and all the trees so many black and sinister shapes。 There was indeed something curiously sinister about the whole prospect。 It was as if our kindly country…side； close to the very heart of England； had been turned into a cruel steppe。 At any moment； it seemed； a body of horsemen might be seen breaking out from the black copse； so many instruments of tyranny might be heard and some distant patch of snow be reddened。 It was that kind of landscape。
Now it has changed again。 The glare has gone and no touch of the sinister remains。 But the snow is falling heavily； in great soft flakes； so that you can hardly see across the shallow valley； and the roofs are thick and the trees all bending； and the weathercock of the village church； still to be seen through the grey loaded air； has bee some creature out of Hans Andersen。 From my study； which is part from the house and faces it； I can see the children flattening their noses against the nursery window； and there is running through my head a jangle of rhyme I used to repeat when I was a child and flattened my nose against the cold window watching the falling snow：
Snow； snow faster：
White alabaster！
Killing geese in Scotland；
Sending feathers here！
暴风雨礼赞（1）
佚名
一种沉静的感觉悄然爬上心头，我感到世间万物突然变得安静下来。鸟儿止住了啁啾，树叶不再沙沙作响，昆虫也停止了鸣唱。
干燥炎热了一天的空气，这时渐渐阴沉起来。它悬挂在树梢上，把花朵都压低了，也压在我的肩头。我隐约感到有些不安，于是走到窗前，发现西天边的云朵层峦叠嶂，形成了一座座威严的白塔，直通蓝天。
云朵耀眼的白光瞬间消失。转眼间，棉花糖似的云团像铁砧一般铺展开来，尽显它阴冷的本性。西斜的太阳被它挡住了，于是天早早地暗了下来。紧接着，狂风突起，路上的尘土被它席卷而起，空气变得凉飕飕的，预示着即将到来的一切。
砰的一声，风把一扇房门关上了，窗帘也随之鼓起，在房间里翻腾着。我赶紧跑去关上窗户，收好晾晒的衣服，盖好院子里的家具。这时，隆隆的雷声开始从远处传来。
大滴的雨点开始落下来。雨滴不断地砸入尘土，在窗户上涂上点点印记。它们打在烟囱上，发出叮叮当当的响声；砸在露台的顶棚上，也是乒乒乓乓直响。树叶似乎也抵挡不住雨点的打压，在风雨中摇曳着不敢抬起头来。�