雪是膨化的雨 ,雨是云的泪。我不知道南方和北方的界碑矗在何处？只有风的长弦和候鸟的啼吟 ,以及悦耳的鸽哨才把每一枚爱的歌符 ,带给南方 ,捎给北方……并投在大好山河勾勒的五线谱上。风是离弦的一支响箭雪是飞云冷却的昔情辙印是冰雪留给小路的长诗我不知北国以北可为这封? Snow is puffed rain, the rain is the cloud of tears. I do not know where the boundary markers between the south and the north lie? Only the long strings of wind and the singing of migratory birds, as well as the sweet pigeon whistle, send every single song of love to the South and take it to the north ... and cast it on the stave of great rivers and mountains. The wind is a string from the sound of a snow arrow is the past, Feiyun cooling rut India is the long poem left by the snow I do not know north of North Korea can be this?