The Day of Days那个特别的日子

There is a stanza in Robert Frost’s poem “Two Tramps in Mud Time” that describes an April moment when air and sky have a vernal feeling， but suddenly a cloud crosses the path of the sun and a bitter little wind finds you out， and you’re back in the middle of March. Everyone who has lived in the country knows that sort of moment—the promise of warmth， the raised hope， the ruthless rebuff.

在罗伯特·弗罗斯特《泥泞时光里的两个流浪汉》一诗中，有一节描绘了四月的某个瞬间：空气和天空荡漾着春天的气息，但刹那之间，一片乌云遮住了太阳，一阵凛冽的风让人顿觉寒意，于是你重回三月中旬。（剩余2819字）