久居都市,似乎已许久没有看到过美丽的雪,于是便常常盼着在雪天到乡下去的机会,踩一踩积雪的泥土路,听一听脚下发出亲切的咔嚓声。去年一冬无雪,甚觉遗憾,突然就很想画雪,画故乡的雪,画童年的雪,一连串关于雪的映像便一幕幕涌上心头。记忆中,故乡的雪是寂静的。原野上白茫茫一片,万物潜踪,鸟儿无声,村庄在灰蒙蒙的天空下安详宁静;山坡上的草色被掩盖在皑皑白雪之下,象黄褐色的地毯上顶了层白色的棉絮;牧 Living in the city for a long time seems to have not seen the beautiful snow, so they often look forward to the snow in the countryside to go the chance to step on a snow-covered dirt road, listen to the foot issued a cordial click. No snow last year, I feel very sorry, suddenly very want to draw snow, painting the snow of the hometown, painting childhood snow, a series of images of snow on the scene came to mind. Memory, the hometown of the snow is still. The vast field of white, all traces of the innocent, silent birds, the village in the gray sky quiet and serene; hillside grass color is covered in white snow, like the yellow-brown carpet top layer of white cotton;