雨下得好大。雨声里我想起了布莱恩和汤姆，还有哥哥跟我一起在中国度过的数个寒冬。我突然想起来，美国和中国最大的节日都是在一年最冷的日子里……
红红的火在壁炉里从容地燃着。
The rain was now pouring down outside. Hearing the sound of water coming down I thought of Brian and Tom and I thought of the winters that Dakun and I had spent in China. Those cold days were on my mind and I wondered why the biggest holidays in the American and China both fell in the coldest season.
A fire was burning inside the fireplace as the music continued, “Joyful, Joyful…”
