Cen Sang

'Reflections on the Fragrant Snow' is a prose written by Cen Sang, which expresses the author's profound thoughts on life and expectations for spring by depicting the scenery of the lingering snow. 残雪断想 The Melting Snow 岑桑 Cen Sang （张梦井、杜耀文 译） Unwilling to be driven from the streets, the heavy snow piles sit here and there in the bumpy places, looking stubborn and rough. It is piled so deep and gives off a chilling air that makes people tremble. 残雪不甘沦落，东一堆，西一堆，在那坑坑洼洼的地方，还积得老深，散发出令人战栗的寒气。 所以，你还不相信隆冬已尽，春天已经来临了吗？ Don’t you believe that the cold winter has ended and spring has come? 那时候，朔风凛冽，周天寒彻，我们这个世界埋在坚冰底下，气息奄奄。人间是喑哑的，欢乐和树林一起凋零了。希望蜷伏在冻土的深处冬眠；生活的光彩都已褪尽，歌声都已隐没，只有叹息，只有风声和寒鸦的啼叫。人们心都碎了，神经都麻木了。绿色的信念随着枯枝败叶慢慢地枯萎，如果说世界还有鲜丽的色彩留存，指的也许就是雪原之上的斑斑血迹了。 At that time, as the biting north wind blew, nature appeared to be frozen solid. Buried under the hard crust of snow, the world gasped in exhaustion. The world has dumb and the pleasure of the rich forests had faded. Hope had curled up and hidden away in the depths of the frozen earth to pass its winter in hibernation. The pleasure of life had withered and the songs had died down too, leaving only the sighs, howling wind the cry of jackdaws. Men became heart-broken and their senses dulled. The hope of green life gradually withered away with the dry twigs and brittle leaves.…