北风呼呼地吹着,似刀子般刮在脸上。我恨不得浑身上下的细胞都颤抖起来,以释放更多的能量来抵御这股寒冷。冬天,就这样来了。依稀记得也是在这样一个寒冷的冬天,我有幸来到制作龙凤花烛的阿婆家里,学习制作花烛。阿婆有一头银色的头发,脸上的皱纹像水波一般,一层一层的。她佝偻着腰,伸出干裂的、像树皮一般粗糙的手,打开用油纸密封着的油蜡,点燃用来加热油蜡的灶台。 Boreal whistling blowing, like a knife like scraping his face. I can not wait to shake the cells up and down to release more energy to resist the cold. Winter, so come. Vaguely remember also in such a cold winter, I was fortunate enough to come to make dragonfly candlelight home, learning to make candles. Grandma has a silver hair, his face wrinkles like waves, layer by layer. She stomped her shoulders and stretched out chapped, rough hands like a bark, opened the oil wax sealed with oil paper, and fired the hob that heated the oil wax.