冬日

　　 冬日 危抒琴On a Winter Sunny Day By Wei Shuqin Tran. by Xie Shilin 一本书,一支笔, 草坪上三两人成群,我们各自享受着自己的世界。 With a book and a pen in each one's hand,Couples of people sitting on the grassland, We each are getting pleasure fromOur sphere of the world. 微风拂起,迎面而来,不禁,打了个寒颤,泛黄的书页在风中翻起。 A light breeze stroking my face,I can't help feeling a blast of cold air.The yellowish leaves of my bookAre flapping in the wind. 吹得树上的残叶,飒飒作响,吹散的云朵,吹走了冬日的严寒。 Meanwhile,the leftover leaves on the trees,are rustling in the air.The scattered cloudshave blown off today's coldness. 轻轻地闭上眼睛,深深的呼吸着风中夹着书的气息,弥漫着阳光的味道。 Slightly I closed my eyes,And deeply I breathed in and outthe smell of my book in the air,Feeling the warmness of the sun about. 一首歌曲,一只鸟儿,仰望着蓝天白云,享受着温暖的阳光,享受着这份说不出的静谧。 With a song in my heart,I saw a bird.Looking up at the blue sky and the clouds white,I enjoyed the tranquillity which I couldn't describe.