回忆过去‖念馥芮白的时候心里是一片雪地回国那天已经立冬,还在下小雨。一个人急匆匆走在路上像是在时空隧道里,如果什么都失去后就不会患得患失了。谢菲尔德那个城市终于再也回不去,再下雨我的眼眶也决堤了。在街角的咖啡馆点了一杯馥芮白,突然记起别人说过,每次念“flat white”的时候心里想着的是一片雪地。回想起一年前圣诞节的假期在慕尼黑去萨尔茨堡的火车上第一次看到棱角分明的六角雪花,周围除了空旷 Memories of the past ‖ Fuli Rui Bai when the heart is a piece of snow on the return day has been established in winter, still drizzle. A man hurried on the road like in a space-time tunnel, and if nothing is lost, he will not suffer. Sheffield that city finally can not go back, and then rain my eyes also burst the embankment. In the corner of the cafe ordered a cup of Fureai Bai, suddenly remembered someone said, every read “flat white ” when I was thinking of a piece of snow. Recalling the Christmas holiday a year ago in Munich to Salzburg for the first time saw the train angular hexagonal snowflakes, surrounded by open except