冬天的雪盈盈而落,我捧着一把冰凉洁白的雪花。你却担心我是不是要感冒了。“唉,我的世界你不懂。”隐约记得,儿时的我与妈妈在车站等车的那一幕。路灯很高,那时我也很好奇。我问:“妈妈你看,那路灯都高到天上去了!”妈妈笑笑,并未说些什么。我有那么些不服气,努力往上跳跳,胡乱地抓着。只好撇撇嘴,不一会儿就又笑了,嘟囔着:“明明就很高,我都抓不着。”树上的鸟儿唧唧喳喳地不知说些什么,风吹过,它们就扇着翅膀飞走了。时间就是手心里的一把散沙,抓得再紧,也会在 Winter snow fell, I was holding a cold white snow. You are worried that I do not want a cold. “Oh, you do not understand my world.” “I vaguely remember the scene where I was waiting for a bus with my mother in childhood. The street light is high, then I was curious too. I asked: ”Mom you see, that street light is high up to the sky!“ ”Mom smiled, did not say anything. I have so unconvinced, trying to jump up, clutching random. Had to Pie Piezui, and soon laughed again, muttering: “obviously high, I can not catch.” The birds on the tree twitter I do not know what to say, the wind blows, they fanned to fly wings gone. Time is a loose sand in my hand, grabbed tight, will be there