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春节前夕,我被一场突如其来的雪灾,困在了绿城。除夕夜,独守门店的我,把音响开到了最大,仍找不回失落的心情。煮好从超市买回的一袋冻饺,胡乱扒拉了几口,便孤身走上了街头。华灯闪烁的大街上,没了车流飞泄,没了人山人海,少了喧闹,少了震撼。所有的门店都打烊了,除了噼里啪啦的鞭炮声和高高悬挂的一串串大小不一的红灯笼外,再没有可看的风景。独自彷徨的我突然发现寒风阵阵的街口,竞站立着一个披着红色风衣的少妇。
On the eve of Spring Festival, I was trapped in Greentown by a sudden snowstorm. Eve New Year’s Eve, the exclusive restaurant I, the sound to the maximum, still can not find the lost mood. Cooked a bag of frozen dumplings bought from the supermarket, casually pulled a few mouthfuls, they alone onto the streets. Flashing lights on the street, no traffic Fei Fei, did not crowded, less noisy, less shocking. All the stores were closed except for the crackling sound of firecrackers and the string of red lanterns hanging in the sky, with no viewable scenery. Alone I suddenly found the breeze bumpy streets, standing stand a young woman in a red trench coat.