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SDcamps•演辩营全国英语演讲与辩论赛
A Winter Walk 冬日漫步 The wind has gently murmured through the blinds,or puffed with feathery softness against the windows,and occasionally sighed like a summer zephyr lifting the leaves along, the livelong night. 微风缓缓地吹着百叶窗，吹在窗上，非常温柔，像羽毛似的；偶尔也会犹如几声叹息，听起来像夏夜漫漫长夜里的轻风抚着树叶的声音。 The meadow mouse has slept i...
Quadrupeds are confined to their coverts and the birds sit upon their perches this peaceful hour. 四足动物都躲藏起来了，小鸟在这平和的时刻里也休息了， There is not so much sound as in fair weather, but silently and gradually every slope, and the gray walls and fences, and the polished ice, and the sere leaves, which were not buried before, are concealed, and the track...
The wind has gently murmured through the blinds, or puffed with feathery softness against the windows,and occasionally sighed like a summer zephyr lifting the leaves along, the livelong night. 微风缓缓地吹着百叶窗，吹在窗上，非常温柔，像羽毛似的偶尔也会犹如几声叹息，听起来像夏日漫漫长夜里风轻抚着树叶的声音。 The meadow mouse has slept in his snug gallery in the sod, t...
The withdrawn and tense sky seems groined like the aisles of a cathedral, and the polished air sparkles as if there were crystals of ice floating in it. 天空似乎被绷紧了，往后移动，从下向上望，感觉像置身于大教堂中，头上是一块块连在一起的弧形的屋顶，空气被过滤得纯粹明净，好像有冰晶浮在中间， As they who have resided in Greenland tell us that when it freezes “the ...
The stillness of the morning is impressive. 早晨的寂静真令人难忘。 The floor creaks under our feet as we move toward the window to look abroad through some clear space over the fields, we see the roofs stand under their snow burden. 我们踏着吱吱作响的地板来到窗□前，站在一块没有结冰的地方，眺望田野风景。 From the eaves and fences hang stalactites of snow, and in ...
Opening the gate，we tread briskly along the lone country road,crunching the dry and crisped snow under our feet, or aroused by the sharp, clear creak of the wood sled, just starting for the distant market, from the early farmer’s door, where it has lain the summer long, dreaming amid the chips and stubble；while far through the drifts and powdered windows we see the ...