一个寒冬的夜晚,约克镇的琼生饥寒交迫地栖身在一个破工棚里。外面风雪交加,而他却独自窝在一张破床上,屋内没有生火,他蜷缩着,进入半昏迷状态。接着,也许是一场梦,也许只是幻象,他看见一扇窗,窗内有火光跳跃,火炉边坐着一个跟他长得一模一样的人。这人红光满面,精神焕发,充满 On a cold winter’s night, Jones’s hunger and cold in Yorktown was sheltered in a work shed. The wind and snow outside, but he nested alone on a broken bed, no fire inside the house, he curled up into a semi-conscious state. Then, perhaps a dream, maybe an illusion, he saw a window, a fire jump in the window, and a man sitting on the fire edge looked exactly like him. This man is full of red, full of energy, full of