春发，夏长，秋实，冬孕。每个季节都有自己节都值得我们去静读和四味。静读冬天，仿佛欣赏一首凝炼深沉的诗篇，艰难地沁入又轻松地返回。窗外的冬野，风吹落片片枯叶，仿佛心头和肩上卸下了什么重担。是的，冬野里的树木把最后的果子和叶子都献给了大地，还有什么放心不下的 Spring hair, summer long, autumn real, winter pregnancy. Every season has its own section of the city worth reading and four flavors. Read the winter, as if to admire a deep, poetic poem, difficult to Qin and easy to return. The winter field outside the window, the wind leaves falling dead leaves, as if my heart and shoulders unloaded what the burden. Yes, the trees in the winter field dedicated the last fruits and leaves to the earth