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读雪乡记忆,仿佛在嗅着泛黄书卷的气息。娓娓道来的一个个故事,不是想要去证明什么,而是唤醒尘封已久的回忆。忆起孩童时在雪地里奔跑的印记、叫嚣着称雄争霸的稚气,还有蒙着纱幔般的轻声细语的眷恋情意。来到雪乡,情不自禁的旧时光的书卷一页页掀开;来到雪乡,恨不得掏空了、问遍了所有关于雪的诗作、颂歌,到头来却发现远不如从自己内心流淌出的赞美适合;来到雪乡,漫无目的的回想就是翩翩雪花,用尽全身的力气想要洇湿眼角的干涸,却在最后催生了思绪的拉扯。来到雪乡,可写银装素裹非萧条,也可作梨花刹开之窈窕,但以回忆琐碎来
Read Xuexiang memories, as if sniffing the atmosphere of the yellow book. Instead of trying to prove anything, he tells the story of dusty memories. The memories of running in the snow with children impress upon childlike innocence, as well as the affectionate affectionate in a mantle of whisper. Came to the snow village, can not help the old time book opened a page; came to Xuexiang, could not wait to emptied, and asked all the poems on the snow, carols, but found in the end but far from the flow of praise from their hearts Suitable; came to Xuexiang, aimlessly recalling is the elegant snowflake, exhausted the strength of the body want to wet eyes dry, but in the end gave birth to the pull of his thoughts. Came to Xuexiang, can write silver-coated non-depression, can also be used to brake the brake pear, but to trivial memories