(一)记忆里的雷昨天,终于飘雪了。这个城市的冬天几乎是从不下雪的,寒冷的天气伴随阵阵冷风刮在脸上,听着狂风从耳际掠过,心也跟着变得冰凉。但对于雪,我想我还是熟悉的。在我的家乡有座高山,高高地穿进了云层,我们每年冬天都会爬上山,因为那里总有惹人的雪。片片的雪花在林间飞舞,像洁白的蝶儿在山中轻舞。如梦如幻。抬起手,轻轻地接着,仰望天空。点点雪花像散开了的水晶慢慢落入人间,在空中稍稍停顿然后飘然而下,如烟,似雾,落 (a) Lei in memory yesterday finally snowed. The winter in this city almost never snows, cold weather blows with cold winds on the face, listening to the wind blowing from the ear, and the heart also becomes cold. But for snow, I think I’m still familiar. In my hometown, there is a high mountain, which penetrates through the clouds. We climb uphill every winter because there is always snow. Pieces of snow flutter in the forest, like a white butterfly dancing in the mountains. Dreamy. Raise your hand, lightly, and look up at the sky. The snowdrops scattered like crystals slowly falling into the human world. They paused in the air and floated down. Smoke, fog, falling.