现在正是摇摆不定的春天,晴朗时阳光仿佛能刺伤人的眼睛,落雨时天色阴沉得好似受了极大的委屈,这娇羞易怒的春天,是盛夏的开幕式,是寒冬的墓志铭。这也是我一年一度正被遗忘的日子。你是否愿意听我的故事?这故事属于过去,属于已经消逝的冬天,亦或属于更久远的望不到头的未来。我是冬季浮云的孩子,是来自空旷天际的精灵。我肩负着鲜为人知的使命,常常四处奔波只为一场天地的盛宴。每一年的十二个月里,我用九个月的时间流浪。我曾徘徊在云际寻访匆 Now it is the spring of wavering, when sunny sunshine seems to be able to stab the eyes of people, when it rains, the weather is gloomy as if subjected to great grievances. This shy and irritable spring is the opening ceremony of midsummer and the epitome of winter Ming This is also my year is being forgotten day. Are you willing to listen to my story? This story belongs to the past, belongs to the winter has passed away, or belong to the more distant future. I am a child in winter clouds, is from the open sky wizard. I shoulder the little-known mission, often running around just for a world feast. During the twelve months of each year, I wander through nine months. I have hovered in the cloud to search for a hurry