洁洁白的雪花,精灵般的飘逸,诗人般的灵感。我想去触摸它,它却在咫尺间融化成了一滴水。它不让我探到它的形态,只用白色遮住我的眼帘。白色的雪,总是冷静又若即若离,它总让人觉得像是少了点什么。忽然间,当冬阳的光芒折射成七道彩色的光带投映在雪地上,我开始想,雪为何不可以是 Clean white snowflakes, elf-like elegant, poet-like inspiration. I want to touch it, but it melts into a drop of water. It does not allow me to explore its form. I only cover my eyes with white. The white snow is always calm and aloof. It always feels like something is missing. Suddenly, when the ray of Dongyang refracted into seven colored bands of light cast in the snow, I began to think why snow could not be