Until one raw day the very beside March when I glanced out the window. Dismal. Overcast. Little piles of dirty snow yet stubbornly littering the lawn, Would winter ever end?

• 第二年三月的一天，我感到潮湿阴冷于是朝窗外望了望，外面阴沉沉，灰蒙蒙的，草坪上到处是一堆堆不“化”的污雪。难道冬天就不会走了吗?