这是一年中很少有孩子能入梦的夜晚。每个人的脑海中幻想的都是同一幅图画:纷纷扬扬的白雪唤来冉冉东升的朝阳;微微启开的双目收尽熠熠发光的宝石。这就是圣诞夜。这一年人们如愿以偿。天上真地飘下了雪花。屋宇、街道渐渐地披上了厚毯。银色的月光洒满了素裹的大地。然而,这种爱与梦编织的美却很少能有目共睹。唯有一个例外。将这一切尽收眼底的竟是一位只有五六岁的小男孩。 This is the night when very few children can dream. Everyone’s mind is fantasizing about the same picture: White snow beckoned to Chaoyang ascending to the sun, and slightly opened eyes to collect glowing gems. This is Christmas Eve. This year people got their wish. Really floated snowflakes in the sky. Houses and streets gradually put on thick blankets. The silver moonlight is covered with plain land. However, this beauty of love and dream weaving is rarely seen. There is only one exception. Looking at all this is a little boy of five or six years old.