There was something in the clear, pine-scented air of that winter morning that seemed to bring him back to his joyousness and his ardour for life.
冬日早晨的空气非常清澈,含有松树的芬芳,使他重又高兴起来,恢复了对生活的热情。
For weeks he would not go there, would forget the hideous painted thing, and get back his light heart, his wonderful joyousness, his passionate absorption in mere existence.