雪,在夜晚悄悄地走来。像极了那只不离母亲左右的花猫,无声无息,轻柔又带着懒意,只是不停地用柔软的尾巴轻轻扫着窗棂,制造出若有若无的声响。清晨撩起窗帘的一角,玻璃上白白的一片,早已画满了奇形怪状的树。撅起嘴让哈出的热气喷 Snow, come quietly at night. Like the cat, which is not far from her mother, is silent, soft and lazy, but she gently sweeps the window with a soft tail to create a soundlessness. Early in the morning lifted the curtains, white glass, already covered with a bizarre tree. Punch up to let out of the hot air jet