On a beautiful October day, my husband and I were taking a drive through the Georgian mountains.
一个美丽的十月天，我和丈夫驱车穿过乔治亚山。
When traffic slowed to a snail’s pace, we assumed there was road construction or on an accident ahead.
当车速减慢像蜗牛一样爬行时，我们猜测到前面要么是正在建路，要么就是出了车祸。
My husband reached for the CB radio and asked, “Can anyone tell me when traffic returns to normal?”
丈夫伸手去拿对讲机问道：“谁能告诉我什么时候交通能恢复正常？”
Came the reply: “When the leaves are gone.”
对方回答说：“当树叶掉光的时候。”
