最恨冬日游,无处杏花满头寻少年,又该何处风流?一云水山上熙熙攘攘,甫一落雪,众生灵便赶着来贺岁。我躺在榻上欲睡,师父一把揪起我,指着缓缓挪动的小白猪言:“瞧见没?你现在便是这般样子。”我看了半晌,猛地拍了师父的腿,一脸期待地问:“可是白了?” Most hate winter travel, nowhere are you looking for young apricot, where the romantic? Yishui mountains bustling, just a falling snow, all creatures will rush to New Year. I lay on my couch, Master grasped me, and pointed at the little white pig that slowly moved: “I did not see it? You are like that now.” “I saw for a long while and suddenly took a picture of Master Legs, looking forward to ask: ”But white? "