昨夜无风，尺余厚的新雪酥酥松松地覆盖了冰层，很是均匀，太阳升起来的时候，鸭绿江上耀眼的白。偶尔会看到猫儿狗儿的足迹，像一组音符跳跃在明净的雪毯上，使漫长而宁静的江面灵动了许多。江边小城已从昨夜的沉睡中醒来，被阳光镀亮的屋顶，一些烟囱缓慢地吐着白气。此时披了厚实积雪的小城有些慵懒，仿佛刚从被窝里爬起的孩子，身子虽然坐立着，神志却仍旧停留在温暖的梦里。(Since last night, no wind, fresh snow of one foot thick has iced up crisply and uniformly. As the sun comes up, the Yalu River is the glaring white. Occasionally, footprints of cats or dogs can been seen, just like musical notes jumping on a clean blanket of snow, which makes the long and quiet river more alive. The small town along the river has waken up from the slumber of last night. Roofs are burnished by the sun, and some chimneys are discharging white smoke slowly. In this moment, the small town covered with thick snow is a little lazy, like a kid getting up from a quilt right now, whose body is straight but mind still stays in the warm dream.)