那么风,你继续吹吧!我握着手中有些颤抖的笔,竟然迟迟未敢为翻开的新日历,添加一抹。夜的风,属于湘地特有的寒凉与潮湿,也属于下雪前的征兆,于是早早抱紧暖炉把自己蜷缩到被窝。不得不承认,貌似坚不可摧的东西,其实并不多,人类的脆弱永远无法真正与自然抗衡。比如这穿透骨头的寒,比如时光的流逝或冥冥之中那只看不见的命运之手。习惯于没有回望地向前,心底积聚的感伤,还是会在某一个薄弱的缺口蔓延,独自舔着这泛滥的伤,赶在天明之前,草草收拾起心情,笑以相迎新的曙光。日子,就这么日复一 Then the wind, you continue to blow it! I hold some shaky pen in my hand, even though I have not dared to open the new calendar, add a touch. Night wind, belongs to the unique cold and humid Xiang, also belong to the snow before the sign, so hold warm stove early curled up to his bed. Have to admit, seemingly indestructible things, in fact, not many, human vulnerability will never truly compete with nature. Such as the piercing cold, such as the passage of time or somewhere only invisible hand of destiny. Accustomed to look forward without regret, the accumulation of sentimental heart, or will be in a weak gap spread alone licking the proliferation of injuries, catch up before dawn, pick up mood, laugh to meet the new dawn. Days, so day after day