冬夜的森林黑得像浓浆一样黏稠。生铁气味的西风穿行在枝桠间,吁吁哀吟,犹如幽魂飘荡。一位父亲打马狂奔,穿过森林,怀中抱着不断战栗呻吟的男孩。那男孩,该怎么形容他呢?他是人类能想象得到最美的孩子。一根根柔软金丝似的头发,每次要修剪时都让理发师舍不得动剪刀。带着精致褶皱的眼皮之下,眼珠蓝得犹如五月晴天。他的肌肤像积雪上照耀着玫瑰色的晨曦,嘴唇是浆果果肉似的柔软红润,牙齿闪动珍珠的光泽。而他又有着配得上那容貌的聪 The dark night winter forest thick as thick sticky. Pig iron smell of the westerbale walk in the twigs, the call of sorrow, like ghost floating. A father runs a horse and runs through the forest, holding a boy moaning and shuddering in his arms. The boy, how to describe him? He is the most beautiful people can imagine the child. A root of soft gold-like hair, haircut every time you want to make the reluctant to cut the scissors. Under the eyelids with delicate folds, the blue eye is as bright as May. His skin resembles the rosy morning glistening with snow, his lips are lustrous and rosy berries, his teeth flashing pearl luster. And he has a sensible deity