听雪,关键是这个“听”字,一下子就揪心了,就动人了,就安宁了。一个人在屋子里,听到雪细细地下着。有时大,有时小。它有一种空灵而清澈的寂寞之声。悄悄地,不惊扰,却也惊扰。不惊扰的是时间,惊扰的是心。如果坐在车里,或独坐街边的长椅上,如果还是夜晚,可以听得更清,仿佛一片片带着情怀的话,落在怀中,落在心里。 Listen to the snow, the key is the “Listen ” word, all of a sudden worried, and moving, and peace. A person in the room, heard the snow under the ground. Sometimes big, sometimes small. It has an ethereal and clear loneliness. Quietly, not disturbing, but also disturbing. Not disturbing is the time, disturbing the heart. If you sit in the car, or sitting on the bench on the street, if it is night, you can hear more clearly, as if with a piece of emotion, fall in my arms, fall in my heart.