他父亲说:“准备好了吗,小子?”杰里米立马点头,戴着连指手套的手笨拙地拿起枪。他父亲推开门,两人一起走进黎明的严寒中——身后留下舒适安全的小屋、温暖的煤油炉,还有诱人的熏肉和咖啡的香味。他们在屋前站了一会儿,空气冷飕飕,呼出的气变成白雾一般。前方的沼泽一望无际,水天相接。平常日子,杰里米 His father said, “Are you ready, boy?” Jeremiah nodded, his gloved hand clumsily picking up the gun. His father pushed open the door and the two entered the freezing cold of the dawn - leaving a cozy, safe cabin behind them, a warm kerosene stove, and attractive scent of bacon and coffee. They stand in front of the house for a while, the air chilly, the exhaled gas turns into a white mist. In front of the swamp endless, water phase. The usual day, Jeremy