当霜来时,我的鼻尖通红,手脚冰凉。这与我穿多少衣服没有多大的关系,可能霜来时,我身体的血流缓慢了,就像进入冬天的河流,慢吞得几乎静止。而冬天本来就是沉静的季节,沉静下来的河流不仅是流速还有它的质地,它清凉的表面开始透出冰样的光洁时,霜就来了。这样说,霜简直在我的期盼中到来。霜坦陈在我面前。它细细沫沫的文弱粉质,黏附在叶片上、小石子上、杂草上、门前的台阶上。然而,我看见的是长江岸边的霜,像雪,还没有敞开心扉的白雪,一场 When the cream came, my nose was red, hands and feet cold. It does not matter how much my clothes I wear, maybe the frost comes, my body’s blood flow is slow, just like entering the winter river, almost swallowed still. The winter has always been a quiet season, quiet down the river is not only the flow rate but also its texture, its cool surface began to reveal the smoothness of the ice, the frost came. That said, the frost was just coming in my hope. Cream confessed in front of me. It is a fine foam of weak and weak silty, sticking to the leaves, pebbles, weeds, in front of the stairs. However, I saw the frost on the banks of the Yangtze River, like snow, snow did not open, a