屋外仍是白茫茫的一片,只有远处的树梢上泛出一点残留的绿意,点缀着这雪白的世界。雪花依旧漫天飞舞,似乎将永不休止。我独自走在这条被厚厚的积雪掩埋着的小道上,艰难地向前迈着步子。雪已经没过我的小腿,我的手也已经冻得通红,只有手中的这个饭盒还能微微地散发出阵阵温热。 Outside the house is still a vast white, only the remnants of the treetops in the distance glow a little residual green, dotted with this white world. Snow is still flying, it seems that will never stop. I walked alone in this thick snow buried path, a difficult step forward. Snow has not passed my calf, my hand has also been frozen red, only the hands of this lunch box can also be slightly exudes warmth.