(一)很冷的冬天,寒风凛冽。窗外,树叶已经凋零,只剩-枯枝伴着低暗的天色在冬日的午后瑟索着,一片黯然。我木然地坐在窗边,看一个个走过的身影,匆匆地来不及张望什么就走过去的身影。一遍遍地想象着秦风微笑着走过来,对我说,你又在发呆了。我没有回答,只是平静地望着他。他的眼睛很亮很亮,轻轻地起风了,我拉起了衣领,他的样子突然在风里不见了踪影,没有一丝痕迹。 (a) In the cold winter, the wind is extremely cold. Outside the window, the leaves were already dying, leaving only the dry branches with low-dark weather in the winter afternoon. I sat beside the window, looking at each passing figure, and rushed to look at anything and walked past. Over and over again, I imagined Qin Feng walking with a smile and said to me, you are in a daze again. I did not answer, but looked at him calmly. His eyes were bright and bright, and he gently winded up. I pulled up my collar. His appearance suddenly disappeared in the wind without traces.