There was a cold wind（风） this afternoon, but the sun shone（ 发光） for an hour or two. I walked out on the moors（沼地） behind the house. The sheep were hiding（把…藏起来） from the wind（风） under the stone（石头） walls, and there were grey clouds（云） over the hills（小山） to the west. It is only November, but I could smell（闻出） snow in the air. It will be a cold winter this year of 1855. My name is Patrick Bronte, and I am seventy-eight years old.

  I am the rector of the village of Howarth. Howarth is a village of small, grey stone houses on the side（方面） of a hill（小山） in the north of England, and I live in a house at the top（ 顶部） of the hill（小山） next to the church（教堂） and the graveyard. I walked through the graveyard to the church this afternoon. All my family, except（除了） Anne, are buried（埋葬） there. The wind had blown（吹） some dead（死的） leaves（许可） through the door into the church（教堂）, and I watched them dancing in the sunlight（阳光） near the grave（坟墓）. Soon I shall（〔某事〕必定） be in that grave（坟墓） with my wife and children under the cold grey stone（石头） and dancing leaves（许可）.

  It is dark outside（在外面(的)） now, and it is very quiet in this house. Charlotte's husband, Mr.Nichols, is reading in his（他的） room, and our servant（仆人） is cooking in the kitchen. Only the three of us live here now. It is very quiet. I can hear the sounds of the wood（木材） burning（烧） in the fire, and the big clock on the stairs（楼梯）. There is another sound, too—the sound of the wind outside.

  The wind has many voices（声音）. It sings and laughs and shouts（ 呼喊） to itself（它自己） all night long. Last night it cried（哭） like a little child, and I got out of bed and went to the window to listen. There was no child, of course. Only the wind and the gravestones cold in the pale（（肤色）苍白的） moonlight（月光）. But I decided then that I would write（ 写） the story of my children today, before（ 在…之前） it is too late.

  Charlotte's friend, Mrs.Gaskell, is writing a book about her, and perhaps（也许） she will want to read my story. It is a fine story. It began in April 1820, when we came to Haworth for the first time. There was a strong wind blowing that day, too, out of a dark cloudy sky（天空）. We could see snow on the moors. The road to Haworth goes up a hill, and there was ice on the stones of the road.

  Maria, my wife, was afraid to ride up the hill in the carts（二轮运货马车）. "We'll walk, children," she said. "If one of those horses falls down, there'll be a terrible accident（意外的）. Come on, let's go and see our new house." She was a small woman, my wife, and not very strong. But she carried the baby and up the hill in her arms（臂）. I carried Emily.

  She was one and a half years old, then. The others walked. My two-year-old son, Patrick Branwell, walked with me, and Charlotte, who was nearly（差不多） four, walked with her mother. The two oldest children, Elizabeth and Maria, ran on in front. They were very excited and laughed and talked all the way. The people of Haworth came out to watch us.

  Some of them helped, but most of them just stood in their doorways（门口） and watched. They are very poor people in this village. I was their new rector. We had seven carts to carry our furniture（ 〈总称〉 家具） up that icy（冰冷的） hill（小山）, but it was hard work for the horses. When we reached（抵达） our house, the wind was blowing hard in our faces. My wife hurried（赶紧） inside（在里面） and began to light fires.

  "Do you like it, my dear?" I asked her that night, when the children were in bed. She looked pale and tired. I thought it was because of the long journey and the children. Perhaps it was. She held（拿住） out her hands to the fire and said, "Of course, Patrick, it's a fine house. I do hope it will be a good home for you and the children." I was a little surprised（感到惊讶的） by that.

  "And for you, Maria," I said, "don't forget yourself. You are the most important person in the world to me." She smiled（ 微笑） then. A lovely（可爱的） smile（ 微笑）. "Thank you, Patrick," she said. She was a very small woman, and she was often tired because of the children. But when she smiled at me like that, I thought she was the most beautiful woman in England.

  A year and a half later, she was dead. She did not die quickly. She was in bed for seven long months in awful（令人不愉快的） pain（痛）. The doctor came often, and her sister Elizabeth came, too, to help. The children were ill（有病的） as（ 像…一样） well. It was a terrible time.

  My wife, Maria, died in September 1821. She was thirty-eight. It was my job to bury her in the church. Our six young children stood and watched quietly（安静地）. Afterwards（ 后来）, we went back to the house. I called them into this room and spoke to them.

  I said, "You must not cry too much, my dears. Your mother is with God（神） now. She is happy." "One day, you will all（ 全部） die. And if you are good, you will go to God, too." "But why?" Maria asked. "Why did she die now, Father? We need her." "This world is a hard place, children, and we cannot understand everything that God does. But God loves us.

  Never forget that. Your mother loved you, and perhaps she can see you now. We must all try to work hard, learn as much as possible, and be kind（ 善良的） to each other. Will you do that?" "Yes, Father." They all looked so sad, I remember, and they listened so carefully（小心地）. Little Emily said, "Who will be our mother now? Maria is the oldest, so she will help me.

  You must all listen to her, and do what she says. And your Aunt Elizabeth is here, too. Perhaps she will stay for a while（一段时间）." Elizabeth did stay. She was older than my wife, and she wasn't married（娶）. We called her Aunt Branwell.

  She came from Penzance in Cornwall, a warm, sunny place by the sea in the south-west of England. It is often cold on the moors behind Howarth, and the winds blow all winter. Aunt Branwell hated Howarth, but she stayed here all her life to help me with her sister's children. She was a good, kind woman. I was very proud（骄傲的） of my little Maria. She was only eight years old, but she worked all day like an adult.

  She helped the little ones to get washed and dressed. She helped them to play and draw and read. She was like a little mother to them. She could read very well herself（她自己）. We always had books and newspapers in the house, and I talked to the children about them every day. I talked to them about adult things, the Duke（公爵） of Wellington, and the important things that he was doing in London.

  The children listened carefully and tried hard to understand. Maria often read to the others from the newspaper and asked me questions about it. She understood it better than most men. I was sure my children were very clever（聪明的）, but I did not have time to talk to them all day. I had my work to do, so in 1824, I sent them to school.