The night was windless, the snow drifting straight down out of a cold black sky, yet the leaves of the heart tree were rustling his name. " Theon, " they seemed to whisper, " Theon" .

这里的夜没有风，雪花从黑暗冰冷的长天垂直坠落，心树的叶子却沙沙响，似乎在一遍又一遍诉说他的名字。" 席恩，" 他们低声呼唤，" 席恩。"

I was discouraged, but I think the asparagus was not, for after generations of offering damp heads to a cold northern April sky, here were sun and heat all day long, and the asparagus went wild with joy.

我很沮丧，但我认为芦笋不会，因为在几代人向寒冷的北方四月天空献上湿漉漉的脑袋之后，这里终日阳光灿烂，芦笋欣喜若狂。