在Natick路邊的一個小公園裡，在早上，公園裡滿樹的枝條，每一根細枝都掛滿了冰凌，刺骨的寒風吹拂著樹梢，隨風搖曳，冰風也穿透了我的手套，圍巾，和厚重的大衣，直直地刺進到皮膚裡。樹枝配上了大自然雕刻的冰凌，在陽光的映照下，晶瑩剔透。風一陣陣掠過，枝條碰撞間，發出輕微的叮噹聲。這一刻，我暫時忘記了那一份冰寒刺骨的感覺。
In a small roadside park in Natick, on a crisp morning, the branches of every tree were adorned with delicate icicles. The biting wind swept through the treetops, making them sway with its force. The icy gusts pierced through my gloves, scarf, and thick coat, cutting straight into my skin.
The branches, now paired with nature’s own carved ice, shimmered under the sunlight, crystal clear and glistening. As the wind passed through, the branches collided, producing a faint, delicate chime. In that moment, I momentarily forgot the bone-chilling cold, lost in the beauty of the frozen symphony before me.