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By Jean Craighead George

我的生活时时刻刻受天气影响。摆脱不了天气时，你关注天气的方式就让人吃惊。我观察每一朵掠过的云彩，体察每一阵刮过的风。我知道暴风雪的脾气，从何而来，还有形状和颜色。太阳出来时，我带着“惊悚”到草坪上，然后坐着劈啪作响的龟壳雪橇滑下山去。她倒是对此毫不在乎。

[2]风势突变、空气湿漉漉要下雪时，我会待在树屋里，因为有个下午我曾经在暴风雪中迷路，不得不躲在一块大岩石底下，直到能看清路径才回家。那天风力强劲，我无法迎风而行，就爬到大石底下；有好几个小时，我都在盘算，如果暴风雪继续，我还能不能从大雪底下挖洞爬出来。幸运的是，我只挖了一英尺雪就爬出来了。但那次经历教会我，空气预示下雪的时候要待在家里。不是说我害怕被暴风雪困在离家很远的地方，因为在任何地方我都能找到食物和藏身处，并且生一堆火。其实我就像一只孵蛋的鸟儿一样，迷恋上了我的铁杉树屋。如果坏天气和暴风雨把我困在外面，我就有迫切的愿望回到树屋，就像黄鼠狼“男爵”要回到他的窝，就像鹿群要回到它们的树丛一样。在野外我们都有自己小小的“领地”。我们都努力回到那儿去。

I lived close to the weather. It is surprising how you watch it when you live in it. Not a cloud passed unnoticed, not a wind blew untested. I knew the moods of the storms, where they came from, their shapes and colors.When the sun shone, I took Frightful to the meadow and we slid down the mountain on my snapping-turtle-shell sled. She really didn’t care much for this.

[2] When the winds changed and the air smelled like snow, I would stay in my tree, because I had gotten lost in a blizzard one afternoon and had had to hole up in a rock ledge until I could see where I was going. That day the winds were so strong I could not push against them, so I crawled under the ledge; for hours I wondered if I would be able to dig out when the storm blew on.Fortunately I only had to push through about a foot of snow. However, that taught me to stay home when the air said “snow.” Not that I was afraid of

[3]晚上，我通常和住在附近小树上的五十雀一起回家。如果我敲敲树他出来了，我就知道自己回来晚了。有时候天气冰冷难耐，我会听到他在草坪边的大树高处，快速地飞来飞去，抖动翅膀，然后会看到他早早飞回家睡觉。……