不知何时,飘下了第一片雪。接着,是第二片、第三片,直至千片亿片,悠悠地飘落下来,不发出一点声音,静谧,可是优雅而华美。雪,静静地落在树上,化为一个小小的白点。雪落在屋顶上,和万千同伴一起静静地排列着。雪,落在草丛里,在生命消逝的同时唱着无声的歌谣。雪,落在地上,和湿润的地面融为一体。雪,落在人的身上,在人们的注视中化为纯净的水滴,灵魂重新回到天际,回到那可望不可即的地方。 I do not know when, floated the first snow. Then, it was the second and third films, up to one hundred million films, which slowly drifted down, without making a sound, quiet, but elegant and colorful. The snow fell quietly on the tree and turned into a small white spot. The snow fell on the roof and stood silently with thousands of companions. Snow falls in the grass and sings silent songs while life is gone. Snow falls on the ground and blends with the wet ground. The snow falls on the human body and turns into pure drops of water in the eyes of the people. The soul returns to the horizon and returns to the place where it is impossible to reach.