那天同几位朋友在一起,大家都说北京的气候似乎一年比一年暖了,而且冬天一年比一年短,几乎短到没有冬天。我们记得小的时候,北京的冬天长得很,夜中蜷缩在被窝里,总听见呜呜的卷地的北风,窗纸像鬼叫一样,整夜在呼啸。早起夹着书包,冒着风低头向前走,土道当中被车轮碾过的雪,压成 When I was with a few friends that day, everyone said that Beijing’s climate seemed to be warmer year after year, and that winter was shorter than a year, almost as short as there was no winter. When we were young, the winter in Beijing grew very long. In the middle of the night, I was huddled in a bed. I always heard the north wind of the hustle and bustle. The window paper was like a ghost, and it whistled all night. To get up early and hold the schoolbag, brave the wind and bow his head to walk forward. The snow that has been run over by the wheels in the dirt road is pressed into