把嘈杂的声音,关出窗外,把电暖器轻轻开启。平安夜,营造一方平安的空间。风从古书上吹过,屋内到处刀光剑影:战马嘶叫,百姓哀号,江山如足球,铁足猛踢,铜头狂扣,射进的热泪飞飚。失足的,跌倒喂草。弥陀一如继往,哈哈大笑。教堂的钟声,安祥而美妙。屋顶上的十字架,在寒风中岌岌摇晃。中东流火,击中了阿尔卑斯的森林,还点燃了冬宫的大门。 Turn the noisy sound out of the window and gently turn on the heater. Christmas Eve, to create a peaceful space. Wind blowing from the ancient books, the house Swords everywhere: the horse screams, the people wail, such as football, iron foot kick, brass mad buckle, into the tears flying Biao. Lost, feed down the grass. Amitabha as always, laughing. Church bells, safe and wonderful. The cross on the roof, shaking in the cold wind. Middle East fire, hit the Alps in the forest, but also lit the door of the Hermitage.