峭寒的北风将 屋檐瓦角的雪屑一起卷到空中，舞过一个圈子以后都极善选择地向路 人脖项里钻。
The raw wind sent the snow on the tiles along the eaves whirling in the air in tiny bits and adroitly making its way down the necks of the pedestrians by way of their collars.
街道为恶作剧的阳光弄成泥淖，残雪上面画着片片践 踏的痕迹。
The streets had become slushy by exposure to the prankish Sun, and the thawing snow was dotted with traces of footsteps.
飞机由一个熟悉的方向飞来了回，洪大的震响惊动了当地的居民。
A plane appeared out of the blue from a direction only too familiar to the local inhabitants, roaring to the alarm of everybody, on whose face was written memories of some previous horrors.
爬在车辙中玩着泥球的孩子们也住 了手，仰天望着这只奇怪的蜻蜓，像是意识出一些严重。
Kids, who had been crawling about over ruts playing a game of small clay balls, now stopped to look up at the strange dragonfly in the sky, subconsciously feeling that something ominous was going to happen.
及至蜻蜓为 树梢掩住，他们又重新低下头去玩那肮脏的游戏了。
However, they soon lowered their heads again to bury themselves in the messy game as soOn aS the dragonfly disappeared from view behind the treetops.
大家都 知道它还有伙伴们，无数的，随在背后。
Everybody knew it was a scout with a multitude of "buddies" right behind it.
它展着笔直 的翅膀，掠过苍老的树枝，掠过寂静的瓦房，掠过皇家的御湖，环绕 灿烂的琉璃瓦，飞着，飞着。
With its straight wings spread out, it swept past sturdy old trees, quiet tile-roofed dwellings and lakes of imperial gardens, and circled over dazzling glazed tiles.
古城如一个臃肿的老人，盘着不能动弹 的腿，眼睁睁守着这一切。
The ancient city, like a clumsy old man sitting there with his numbed legs crossed, looked on helplessly in face of what was taking place before him.
阳光融化了城角的雪，一些残破的疤痕露出来了。
As the snow began to thaw under the sun, the corners of the city wall revealed scars of war.
那是历史的赐 净 予！
That was something left on it by history.
历史产生过建筑它的伟人，又差遣捣毁它的霸主。
History had sent great men to build the wall, and history had also sent tyrants to destroy it.
在几番变乱 223 中，它替居民挨过刀砍，受过炮轰。
Again and again, it had, in time of turmoil, suffered knife-cuts and bombardment for the sake of the common people.
面前它又面临怎样一份命运，没 有人晓得。
Now, nobody could tell what kind of fate Was in store.
横竖居民是如潮似地向城里灌了。
Anyway the local people were surging like a tide into the city for shelter.
那是极好的晴雨表，另 一个征服者又窥伺起这古城的一切。
A perfect barometer it was indeed --- another conqueror was eyeing the ancient city greedily.
古城自己仍如一位臃肿的老人，低头微微喘息着，嗡着泪守着膝 下这群无辜的孩子。
The ancient city, like a clumsy old man bending low and gasping feebly, continued to watch over the group of innocent kids around him.
His eyes brimming with tears.