这个冬天是2012年的冬天,虽然都是冬天,却与往年的大部分冬天不同。冬天总会下雪,这个冬天的雪下得有些奇怪,太多了,太厚了,似乎要填满这座城市,一眼望过去,天上地下一片白,家家都在雪中埋。这种时候,独坐廊下,一盒烟,一壶茶,静静地隔一块大玻璃与这个厚墩墩的天地相望,仿佛无碍地与它相处,自己就像一个会动的雪人。这种时 This winter is the winter of 2012. Although it is winter, it is different from most winter in previous years. Winter always snow, this winter’s snow was a little strange, too much, too thick, it seems to fill the city, at a glance, the sky is white, every family is buried in the snow. At this time, alone, under the gallery, a box of cigarettes, a pot of tea, quietly separated by a big glass across the thick pier of the world, as if unhindered to get along with it, like a moving snowman himself. This time