于是降雪了,首批别离的阵雪,落到梦幻和现实织成的巨幅布帛上;有记忆的人们忘却了种种苦楚,我们双鬓惟有床单的清香。这是大清早,盐灰的曙色笼罩,约莫早于六点钟光景,犹如客次于一个临时的港口,一处恩赐的避难所:在这里,散落着串串静谧的伟大颂歌。 So the snowfall, the first snow off the first set off, fell into the dreamy and reality woven into the huge fabric; people have forgotten the pain of suffering, we only double the fragrance of the sheets. It was early in the morning that the dawn of the salt ash shrouded the curtain before about six o’clock. It was like a visitor to a temporary harbor and a refuge for a gift: there is a great carols scattered here and there.