那是一个冬天的深夜,早已过了我该上床睡觉的时间,爸爸带着我去看猫头鹰。外面一丝风也没有,一棵棵树像一座座巨型雕塑,静静耸立着。月光皎洁,似乎照亮了整片天空。在我们身后的某个地方,传来一阵火车的汽笛声,悠长而低沉,如一曲悲歌,令听者伤怀。虽然爸爸早已将我的毛线帽 It was a winter night, long before I went to bed, my father took me to see the owl. There is no wind outside, a tree like a giant sculpture, quietly standing. Moonlight bright, it seems to light the whole sky. Somewhere behind us, a whistle of train came, long and low, as a sad song, so that the listener sad. Although daddy already put my wool hat