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¡¡¡¡All white save the river, that marked its course by a winding black line across the landscape, and the leafless trees, that against the leaden sky now revealed more fully the wonderful beauty and intricacy of their branches!

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¡¡¡¡What silence, too, came with the snow, and what seclusion!

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¡¡¡¡Every sound was muffled, every noise changed to something soft and musical.

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¡¡¡¡No more trampling hoofs, no more rattling wheels! Only the chiming of sleigh-bells, beating as swift and merrily as the hearts of children.

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¡¡¡¡The thermometer had dropped to 18 degrees below zero, but still chose to sleep in the porch as usual. In the evening, the most familiar sight to me would be stars in the sky. Though they were a mere sprinkle of twinkling dots, yet I had become so accustomed to them that their occasional absence would bring me loneliness and ennui.

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¡¡¡¡It had been snowing all night, not a single star in sight. My roommate and I, each wrapped in a quilt, were seated far apart in a different comer of the porch, facing each other and chatting away.

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¡¡¡¡She exclaimed pointing to something afar, "Look, Venus in rising" I looked up and saw nothing bur a lamp round the bend in a mountain path. I beamed and said pointing to a tiny lamplight on the opposite mountain, "It's Jupiter over there!"

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¡¡¡¡More and more lights came into sight as we kept pointing here and there. Lights from hurricane lamps flickering about in the pine forest created the scene of a star-studded sky. With the distinction between sky and forest obscured by snowflakes, the numerous lamp-lights now easily passed for as many stars.

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¡¡¡¡Completely lost in a make-believe world, I seemed to see all the lamplights drifting from the ground. With the illusory stars hanging still overhead, I was spared the effort of tracing their positions when I woke up from my dreams in the dead of night.

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¡¡¡¡I go out in the early morning and there is such silence that even breath is a profanation. The mountain to the north has a steel-blue light on it£¬ and to the west the sky still holds something of the darkness of the night. To the east and the south a faint pink is spreading. I look up and see the morning star keeping white watch over a white world.

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¡¡¡¡After heavy snowfalls£¬ it is the evergreens that are the loveliest£¬ with their great white branches weighted down until they are almost parallel with the trunks. They seem like giant birds with their wings folded against the cold.

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¡¡¡¡Night comes£¬ and the silence holds. There is a feeling about this season that is in no other¡ªa sense of snugness£¬ security and solitude. It is good to be out in the bracing cold£¬ which clears the mind and invigorate the heart. Blanket£¬ fire is a first-rate companion. The coffee is full-bodied and fragrant£» shadows dance on the walls and the world outside my windows is very still. I am more than content to begin and end a day like this amid all the calm clarity of wintered earth.

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