报春花刚刚开始开放,但是树木还是光秃秃的,天气还很寒冷;鸟在一个小时前就停止了歌唱。皮特斯先生驶入一段笔直的、空荡荡的路上时,他仿佛听到一声微弱的叫喊和挣扎扑打声,好像是有人在远处的树林里遇到了麻烦。他离开车,爬上路边长满青苔的河岸。在河岸的那一边是一片开阔的长着山毛榉树的斜坡,一直通到底下的荆棘丛,透过荆棘丛他看到水的微光。他站了一 Primroses have just begun to open, but the trees are still bare and the weather is still cold; birds stopped singing an hour ago. As he approached a straight, empty path, Mr. Pitts seemed to hear a faint yell and a struggling swipe, as if someone were having trouble in the distant woods. He left the car and climbed the mossy bank of the roadside. On the other side of the riverbank was a wide, beech-covered slope that continued through the thorn bush beneath. Through the thorn bush he saw the gleam of water. He stood one