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去年冬天下了一场大雪,大雪连续下了四个白天才不情愿地停住了。四天里,她每天早晨抱着十个月大的孩子站在窗前看雪。先初,她只是入神地看,略带忧伤地眯着眼睛,抿着嘴,不出一声。后来,在窗下那片一无所有的雪地上,她像是看清楚了她想要看到的东西,便满足地转过头来,握起孩子胖乎乎的小手,指着窗外飞动与飘落的白雪说:
Last winter, under a heavy snowfall, the snow lasted for four days and reluctantly stopped. For four days, she stood in front of the window and looked at the snow every morning with her 10-month-old child. At first, she just looked into her eyes, squinting slightly sad, pouting, not a cry. Later, looking out the snow she had nothing under the window, she glanced at what she wanted to see and turned around satisfactorily, gripping the chubby child’s hand and pointing to the white snow that flew and fall out of the window :