一冬日的村庄被白茫茫的大雪覆盖,银装素裹下的低矮房屋以及参差不齐的院落,仿佛在低声诉说着心中的秘密。今年的冬天,雪好像下得格外大,从学校赶回来的佳璇在雪地里艰难地行走着。一阵阵刺骨的风袭来,雪花肆意往脖子里面钻,刺骨的凉意让佳璇忍不住缩了缩脖子。这样的坏天气,覆盖了厚厚积雪的小路上,佳璇形单影只的身影在费力行走。即使这样,强烈自卑感的驱动下,她还是很怕碰到那些热心的乡邻。最不愿面对的是那个对她来说冷若冰霜的家。熟悉的家门渐渐跃入视野,没有久别重逢后的喜悦感,反而是冰冷陌生的感觉扑面而来。佳璇深深吸了一口气,最终还是轻轻叩响了那扇年久失修的木门。 A winter village was covered in white snow, silver-clad low houses and uneven courtyard, as if whispering secret. This year’s winter, the snow seems to be particularly large, Jia Xuan back from school difficult to walk in the snow. An array of piercing wind hit, snowflakes wantonly drilled into the neck, biting cool let Jiaxuan shrink shrink neck. This bad weather, covered with thick snow path, Jia Xuan-shaped figure only in the laborious walking. Even so, driven by a strong sense of inferiority, she was still afraid of encountering enthusiastic neighbors. Most do not want to face the frosty home for her. Familiar home gradually jumped into the field of vision, there is no feeling of joy after a long absence, but the feeling of cold strangers blowing. Jia Xuan took a deep breath, eventually knocking gently knocked on the wooden door disrepair.