冬天的初雪总是能带给人一种特别的诗意和激情。很多年前,我站在五楼宿舍的窗边,看着雪花纷飞,却有一种心如槁木的感觉。学生们在雪地上尽情嬉闹,腾起一片片欢声笑语。可是我却快乐不起来,一颗心跟低低的铅云一般沉重,似乎每一次跳动都特别费劲。我刚从学校保卫处回来。那位保卫处干部的话犹在耳畔:“把学生证借给别人,这是违法的行为!”在他雷霆万钧般的呵斥之下,我几乎不敢做 Winter snow always brings a special poetic and passionate. Many years ago, I stood by the window on the fifth floor dormitory, watching the snowflakes fly, but there is a feeling of heart such as alder. The students enjoyed their playfulness in the snow and made a laugh. But I was not happy, a heart and low lead cloud is generally heavy, it seems that every beating are particularly strenuous. I just came back from the school security department. The defense department cadres still in his ears: “lend the student ID card to others, this is illegal behavior! ” In his thunder-like scold, I almost dare to do