he inside； which has not been touched； seems different； every room appearing smaller and cosier； just as if some power were trying to turn it into a woodcutter’s hut or a snug log…cabin。 Outside； where the garden was yesterday； there is now a white and glistening level； and the village beyond is no longer your own familiar cluster of roofs but a village in an old German fairy…tale。 You would not be surprised to learn that all the people there； the spectacled postmistress； the cobbler； the retired school master； and the rest； had suffered a change too and had bee queer elvish beings； purveyors of invisible caps and magic shoes。 You yourselves do not feel quite the same people you were yesterday。 How could you when so much has been changed？ There is a curious4 stir； a little shiver of excitement； troubling the house； not unlike the feeling there is abroad when a journey has to be made。 The children； of course； are all excitement but even the adults hang about and talk to one another longer than usual before settling down to the day’s work。 Nobody can resist the windows。 It is like being on board a ship。 电子书 分享网站
初 雪（3）
When I got up this morning the world was a chilled hollow of dead white and faint blues。 The light that came through the windows was very queer； and it contrived to make the familiar business of splashing and shaving and brushing and dressing very queer too。 Then the sun came out； and by the time I had sat down to breakfast。 It was shining brave