曾经,有个好单纯好单纯的孩子在第一次真正流泪之后说她好喜欢白白的雪,喜欢独自走在雪地里沉思。我于是司自己,该不该喜欢雪,该不该让雪成为生命的一部分,为旨这一最简单的答题,我如圣僧般坐禅于冬之穹窿中,谛悟即将结束又将开始的冬的含义,谛悟雪的性格。冬太冷酷太凝重,冬是一个没有确切主题的季节。 Once, there was a good, pure and simple child who said after the first real tears that she likes snow white and likes to walk alone in the snow. I am thinking of myself. I shouldn’t like snow. I shouldn’t let snow be a part of life. For the purpose of this simplest answer, I’m like a sacred chant sitting in the winter solitude. The meaning of winter, Wu Wu snow character. Winter is too cold and dignified, and winter is a season without exact theme.