这是春天,甲申年的春天。春天的到来必然要以忍受冬天的酷寒作为代价,无论北方还是南方,各有各的冷法,但终究是一个“冷”宇,“冷”字背后也终究会是春天。去年冬天到了北京,白雪飘飘,临走时想去看看故宫,赶到时天色却已昏黑,城门已然关了起来,站在午门前的通道上,面对紫禁城,感觉有点冷,但怅然中还是有那么数丝到达的喜悦。 This is spring, a spring of the year. The arrival of spring will inevitably have to endure the cold winter as the price, regardless of the north or the south, have their own cold, but in the end is a “cold ” Yu, “cold ” behind the word will eventually be spring. When I arrived in Beijing last winter, I flew across the snow. Before leaving, I wanted to see the Forbidden City. When it arrived, the sky was dark. The gates were shut up. I was facing the Forbidden City on the passageway in the afternoon, feeling a little cold. However, A sense of loss or so happy to reach the number of silk.