CATTI二級筆譯日常練習(xí)：下雪的季節(jié)

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　　下雪的季節(jié)

　　下雪的季節(jié)，稀罕的，也就是那個雪喲!

　　“千里冰封，萬里雪飄”的世界晶瑩剔透，銀裝素裹;“山舞銀蛇，原馳蠟象”的大地玉潔冰清，清爽而浪漫。

　　我喜歡下雪，喜歡看那悄無聲息、飄然而至的漫天飛舞的大雪;喜歡在飛雪中傻站著，看自己轉(zhuǎn)眼間變成須發(fā)皆白的耄耋老翁;喜歡看棱角分明的雪花飄落于掌心又轉(zhuǎn)瞬消融的蹤影;喜歡看雪天在白皚皚一望無垠的原野上村莊房屋被大雪“淹沒”而露出的只是冒煙的煙囪。大雪紛飛里，總能瞥見人們堆雪人找鼻子、裝眼睛忙碌的身影，老遠(yuǎn)就能聽到大人小孩借東討西的那份激情。春節(jié)了，還能看到雪簾中通紅的春聯(lián)透出的那份喜慶，正月里最好看的，是遠(yuǎn)處雪地里走親串友在雪白的背景上游動的點(diǎn)點(diǎn)綠紅。我喜歡走在雪地里，感受那咯吱咯吱的響聲;喜歡看小鳥成群結(jié)隊(duì)飄落而至匆忙覓食轉(zhuǎn)眼間又撲棱棱飛走的身形……。抓一把雪，揉成蛋兒，塞入同伴的衣領(lǐng);邀同學(xué)于樹下，朝樹身上跺一腳，看雪面兒抖落的壯觀，聽人家數(shù)落還要提防對方的“報(bào)復(fù)”行動。農(nóng)民盼下雪呀，盼它個“正月十五雪打燈”、“瑞雪兆豐年”;城里人盼下雪呀，盼它增加濕潤、減少疾病。孩子們盼下雪，盼的可能是雪地里的嬉戲;青年人盼下雪，玉樹下相機(jī)里留下的是芳姿倩影。

　　小時候，那個雪下得就格外的大。一夜無聲，感覺天不該亮的時候窗戶卻已發(fā)白，窺視窗外，誰知早已是大雪封門。白雪映著青光，滿目都是玉雕的樹枝丫丫。裹在被窩里，就喜歡聽大人在院里掃雪，也喜歡跟著大人手托竹竿、拴上籮圈將積雪從草房子上刮下。大人們望著雪，說要是雪變成白面可就不忍饑了;小孩子們望著雪，說要是雪能變成白糖，想啥時候解饞就能解饞。房檐下常常掛著冰柱，小孩子用力地咀嚼，牙冰木了，嘴卻不閑，還說自己吃的是冰棍兒，人家吃的冰棍兒也不過就是多了一點(diǎn)點(diǎn)甜。漫天雪地里，最多的感受還是浪漫。帶著狗，在溝溝坎坎的雪地里尋找黃色的出氣孔。陡然間，看到一只野兔從雪底下竄出來，驚愕之余，孩子和狗就拼命地在雪野深一腳淺一腳地狂奔，嘴里哈著白氣，身上冒著熱汗。捉到了，是驚喜;捉不到，也樂此不疲。茫茫的原野上，到處似乎都是一個模樣，迷失方向也是常有的事，有時還要駐足觀瞧，想努力找到人的足跡。

　　在鄉(xiāng)下，大雪天圍著火堆烤火也別有一番情趣?？疽话逊蹢l，眼見在火苗中粉條由細(xì)變粗;執(zhí)一把鐵勺，聽黃豆爆裂的聲響，享受滿屋飄著的香氣。想吃咸的嗎?就有人積極，撒入的卻是一把鹽似的雪?？茨?，孩子們鬧翻了，旋即重歸于好，一起凝視雪水如何在鐵勺里、在那咝咝聲中消逝?？净?還想長點(diǎn)見識。聽大人們侃大山，侃中原比不上東北，那里雪更大，天更冷，尿出來的干脆就是冰棍棍兒，掉地上也不爛，之后準(zhǔn)能聽到唏噓聲不斷;侃冰河里刨個洞，就有魚兒往上跳，之后還能聽到咂嘴聲，說魚肉有啥好吃，刺又多又亂;侃冰河上能開坦克車，就忍不住再嘗試到池塘的冰面上沿冰，去尋找那份驚險(xiǎn)。

　　正月一過，就很難覓到雪的蹤跡。不過，蒼天或許有情，在桃花爛漫的初春時節(jié)，差不多還要恩賜人間一場與桃花共舞的飛雪。“三月還下桃花雪呢”，也就成了纏綿于雪的人們新的希冀。

　　又是一個下雪的季節(jié)。我渴望感受多雪的故鄉(xiāng)和我那風(fēng)情萬種的北國。

　　The Season of Snow

　　Zhou Lingshun

　　For the season of snow, a most welcome sight for the eyes is the snow itself.

　　Ice-bound and snow-covered, the vast landscape is a crystal white with all colors drained away from it, and the undulating plain a romantic purity of icy powder with white mountains meandering their way across it.

　　I love snow. I love to watch fluffy snowflakes swirling and twirling down gently and silently from the heavens. I love to stand in the fluttering snow and to be dusted white shortly over the hair and beard like an old man. I love to catch pointed snowflakes on the palm and see them melt instantly. I love to gaze upon the village houses that are submerged in a white mantle of snow, with only their smoking chimneys being distinctly visible. Amid snow flurries there are always people who are busily immersed in building a snowman, adding a nose here, putting eyes there, or are loudly enthusiastic in borrowing items from one household to another. Shining through the fringes of snowy icicles hanging off the cave is the festivity of the red couplets pasted on the front door for celebrating the Chinese Spring Festival. The most pleasing sight for the Chinese lunar January is the tiny human figures of different colors moving about in the distant snow. I also appreciate the crunchy protest of the snow beneath the boots, or the sight of little birds that land on the ground in flocks in a hurried forage for food and then flap away in a rush of wings. And the snow tricks, too. One scoops up some snow, shapes it into a ball and slips it into the collar of a playmate. Or one induces a pal to go under a snow-covered tree, and stomps at its trunk, sending snow cascading down onto the victim; while he is enjoying the spectacular scene, he is bombarded with complaints from his adversary and at the same time has to watch out for a counterstroke. Snow is a blessing, expected by farmers for the bountiful harvest it can herald for the coming autumn, by urban people for a moistened air and a reduced spread of diseases, by children for play and games in the snow, and by young people for the pictures they can take of themselves against snow-laden trees.

　　I used to see much heavier snowfalls when I was small. Snow drifted down, soundless, during the night, and dawn awoke early to reveal a white world outside the window and unexpectedly a snow-blocked front door as well. The snow was glowing white with a bluish tint, and turned trees and their branches all into statues of white crystal. It was a joy snuggling warm under the cozy bed cover and listening to my parents clearing snow in the courtyard, or sometimes helping them scrape snow off the roof of the thatched house with a bamboo pole attached with a flat basket on its top. Snow being so white, how parents wished it were flour that could satisfy hunger, how children wished it were castor sugar that they could taste whenever they wanted to. There were often icicles dangling from the eave and they were a tasteless delicacy for children. Though their teeth got numbed from chewing on these icicles, they did not forget to pretend that they were eating popsicles, ones that were just lacking in a sweet flavor. In the vast stretches of snow, the most frequent sensation was the romantic ambiance. Out in the lumpy snow, followed by a dog, children were trying to stalk hares by way of locating their brownish breathing holes; at any moment a hare could suddenly burst into view from beneath the snow. Immediately the children and the dog limped along in their desperate chase after it, breathing frostily and sweating heatedly. It was a delight if they managed to catch it, and if not, they would never feel frustrated. As the immense snow blanket seemed to be disguising the world in the same uniform, losing the sense of direction was not uncommon, and one had to stop from time to time to look for human trails to follow.

　　In rural villages, snow days were also happy moments when villagers sat around a fire warming themselves. Bean starches swelled thick over the fire in no time. And beans, frying in an iron vessel over the fire, gave off crackling sounds and an inviting aroma as well. What about adding a salty taste to the beans? Someone mischievously sprinkled some snow into the vessel! Alas, children fell out with each other for that, but they reconciled instantly, watching together the sizzling evaporation of the snowy water in the vessel. Around the fire for warmth only? No. Something eye-opening would enhance the fun. Adults shot the breeze about how much colder it was in the northeast than in the central region for heavier snows and lower temperatures. They said in the northeast pee would come out frozen and remain unbroken even when hitting the ground, which was followed by disbelieving hisses from the listeners. Hearing that fish would jump right out of a river through the hole cut into its frozen surface, someone smacked his mouth hungrily but comforted himself by saying what was the good in eating fish with so many tiny bones in it. And the frozen rivers there, as adults said, could even support a tank driving across, and that sparked a craving in the child listeners for an adventure of skating on a frozen pond.

　　After the lunar January, snow is a rarity. However, the heavens may shed mercy on snow lovers and shower down in early spring when peach flowers are in brilliant bloom an occasional snow, whirling in the air together with flying peach petals. Thus the wish for snow lingers into March in the heart of people loving snow.

　　It is another season of snow now. I yearn for the snow in my hometown and the wintry charms of my central north.

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