Nothing could be more unpleasant than a northeast wind? Wait till low pressure joins it. Together they make spring in New England. A northeast storm from the southwest!--there is no bitterer satire than this. It lasts three days. After that the weather changes into something winter-like.英文原著 · 《The Complete Writings-3》
Another shop--a very small one--joined my father's, where three shoemakers, all of the same name--the name our lane went by--sat at their benches and plied their "waxed ends." One of them, an elderly man, tall and erect, used to come out regularly every day, and stand for a long time at the corner, motionless as a post, with his nose and chin pointing skyward, usually to the northeast. I watched his face with wonder, for it was said that "Uncle John" was "weatherwise," and knew all the secrets of the heavens.英文原著 · 《A New England Girlhood》
The pathos of the sea haunted the town, made audible to every ear when a coming northeaster brought the rote of the waves in from the islands across the harbor-bar, with a moaning like that we heard when we listened for it in the shell. Almost every house had its sea-tragedy. Somebody belonging to it had been shipwrecked, or had sailed away one day, and never returned.英文原著 · 《A New England Girlhood》
Our company agreed to follow us. After luncheon, consisting of soup with big lumps of meat, dry bread and tea, we moved out. About two o'clock the mountains began to rise up before us. They were the northeast outspurs of the Tannu Ola, behind which lay the Valley of Buret Hei.英文原著 · 《Beasts, Men and Gods》
Tail black, the outer feathers margined with white, noticed in flight. Female -- Has yellow eye-stripe; less prominent markings, especially on head, and is a trifle smaller. Range -- Northeastern parts of North America, and in winter from Ohio and eastern United States as far south as North Carolina. Migrations -- October and November. March. Winter resident英文原著 · 《Bird Neighbors》
Then the wind began to blow, with the passing of July. It blew from the northeast, clear, cool. It blew in enormous sighs, dying away at regular intervals, as if pausing to draw breath. All night it blew; and in each pause could be heard the answering moan of the rising surf,--as if the rhythm of the sea moulded itself after the rhythm of the air,--as if the waving of the water responded precisely to the waving of the wind,--a billow for every puff, a surge for every sigh.英文原著 · 《Chita-A Memory of Last Island》
We could do that. But before we head off to the murder capital of the Northeast...美剧 · 《Friends》