不知是我路过了四季,还是四季路过了我。匆匆又匆匆。当我埋着头走进了岁末,望着窗外雪白的世界,是那样的清晰、耀眼,不由得放缓了过于匆忙的步伐,细细品味这四季的终点。冬天是奶奶手中的桔子,在午后的阳光下被照得黄澄澄的。 I do not know if I passed the four seasons, or the seasons passed me. Hurry and hurry. When I buried my head and walked into the end of the year, looking at the snowy world outside the window, it was so clear and dazzling that I could not help slowing down too hastily, savoring the end of the season. Winter is the orange in the grandmother’s hands, and it is shone in the afternoon sunshine.