对于白色,一直是怀有一种圣洁、神秘的感觉,并以一种孜孜不倦的姿势追求,探秘。当月光洒满窗棂,抑或霜雪覆盖大地,总幻想着一只白狐,出没在孤独的旷野,它那双灵动的眼睛,在苦苦寻觅着最有可能与之沾边的一抹烟火气息。这时候,一定有一介贫寒书生在窗前悬梁刺股苦读诗书。白狐在靠近,再靠近……一段隔世离空的聊斋式爱情故事就此在白色畅想里拉开帷幕……幻想里的白狐自然是没有出现,也没有在生活里看到过纶巾长衫的书生。不知道是属于白狐的时代过去了,还是那幻想不够逼真,不够虔诚,终是没有感动天地神灵,更谈不上目睹一场人狐情未了的故事了。但儿时,属于北方的雪却是铺天盖地的。除了寒冷 For white, always has a holy, mysterious feeling, and in a tireless attitude to pursue, explore. When the moon shines on the windowsill, or the snow and ice cover the earth, there is always a fox in the fantasy of being alone in the lonely wilderness. Its smart eyes are struggling to find the smoky atmosphere most likely to be detached with. At this time, there must be a poor scholar hanging in front of the window bar stabbing poetry books. Arctic fox in the close, and then close to ... ... a void of Ghost Story studio love story opened in this white Imaginary ... ... the fantasy of the fox naturally did not appear, nor seen in life gown towel gown. I do not know the age belongs to the Arctic fox, or that the fantasy is not realistic enough, not devout, finally did not move world gods, let alone witnessed the story of a fox. But childhood, belongs to the north of the snow is overwhelming. Except cold