人说一年好景,无非有春情绿柳未匀,夏日红荷映日,秋意黄叶满山,我却闭紧了眼,嗅着那一抹冬日暖阳。还记得是一年的期末,又难得下起了大雪,使江南本就阴湿的气候越发地冷,沁入骨髓。双亲又是火车站的,春运一加班更是把我打发到了外婆家,早晨也只得独自寻公交赶去考 People say a good year, nothing more than the unidentified green willow, the summer red Dutch Ying, yellow autumn leaves, but I closed my eyes, sniffing that touch of winter warm sun. Remember the end of the year, but also a rare heavy snowfall, so that the south of the damp climate more cold, Qin into the bone marrow. My parents are the train station, spring overtime work is to send me to the grandmother, morning rush alone to find the bus test