早晨,汤姆醒来,不知道自己在什么地方。他坐起来,揉着眼睛,四下张望。这下他明白了。黎明的天色灰暗,透着凉意。林子里弥漫着深沉的静寂和安详,给人一种甜蜜的安泰与和平的感觉。没有一片叶子在颤动,没有一丝声音干扰大自然的沉思。一滴滴露珠凝在树叶和青草上。那堆火上蒙了一层白灰,一缕淡蓝的烟笔直上升。乔和哈克还在睡觉。这时,林子远处一只鸟儿叫了,另一只鸟应和:马上有一只啄木鸟发出了啄木声。渐渐 Tom woke up in the morning and did not know where he was. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and looked around. Now he understands. The dawn of the sky dark, reveals coolness. The woods filled with deep silence and serenity, giving a sweet feeling of peace and peace. Not a leaf trembling, no trace of the voice of interference in nature’s meditation. A drop of dew condensate in the leaves and grass. That pile of fire on a layer of white ash, a ray of light blue smoke straight up. Joe and Huck are still asleep. At this moment, a bird called away in the woods, and the other bird should be: a woodpecker immediately issued a woodpecker. gradually