冬天里的城市,多的是雾蒙蒙的天气,薄雾裹住了天空和大地,衣物裹住了身体,视线便也被裹在了雾里。站在冬天里想春天,思绪慢慢变得温暖而柔和。萧索的美,枯寂的美,银装素裹的美,都在冬季里安静绽放过了,静静观察时光,白日渐长,让人不由得更加期待春的来临,晴朗的春天,清明的春天。春天从何处来?跟春寒反复斗争过几次之后,终于脱掉厚厚的冬装,轻快着身子行走在大地上。空气里不再只是浑浊的味道,而是有了 The winter city, mostly foggy weather, the mist wrapped in the sky and the earth, clothing wrapped the body, the line of sight is also wrapped in the fog. Standing in the winter to spring, my mind slowly becomes warm and gentle. The beauty of the desolation, the beauty of the withering, the beauty of the silver in the sun, are quietly blooming in the winter, quietly observe the time, growing day by day, people can not help but look forward to the arrival of spring, sunny spring, clear spring. Where did the spring come from? Repeatedly struggled with the cold after a few times, finally took off the thick winter clothes, walked briskly on the earth. The air is no longer just a cloudy taste, but there