云层像是一卷流纱,给蔚蓝的天空抹上一丝神秘,这冬日的凄寒,倒又多了些许温暖。想起白日仰望的那片天,深邃而亲近,伸出手,却无法触及,一声低叹在自己的心中徘徊,久久未散……——题记一片天,涵盖了太多的情绪,每一缕撕扯出的情绪,又不觉地牵起一段记忆。即便逝去许久,依然难以忘记,淡了,也是铭记。在情绪促使下凝成的眼神,看着冬的意念在飘雪的日子里格外清晰。秋,似乎已然于恍惚中远去。雪的味道淡淡的,却不乏伤感。雪的痕迹凄冷着,却不少清纯。昨日雨中翻腾的泪水,在这雪中却 Clouds like a flow of gauze, to the blue sky cast a trace of mystery, winter cold, down a little more warm. Remembered the day looking up to the sky, deep and close, reach out, but can not touch, soon as low sigh hovering in their hearts, long time no break ... - Inscription a piece of the day, covering too many emotions, every torn tear Out of the mood, but also unconsciously hold a memory. Even passed away for a long time, still hard to forget, light, but also remembered. Condensation in the eyes of emotion prompted to see the idea of ​​winter in snow days clear. Autumn, seems to have already gone in a trance. Light taste of snow, but no lack of sadness. Traces of snow cold, but a lot of pure. Torn tears in the rain yesterday, but in this snow