那一年的雪是除夕下的。春节早晨,一开屋门,雪已经把门下的缝隙塞住了,冻实了,使劲一拉,咔一声,门开了,雪齐刷刷地立了一厚,风随着就扑进门了,直冲着脸,钻进衣服。身子一下子就像钻到冰窟窿,冷透了。我的衣服扣子虽然扣得很好,却又忍不住往紧里裹裹,然后高抬起脚,想要将立在门口的雪踢开,却被父亲挡住了。父亲说这雪是硬的,冻了一晚上的雪棱子就是石头,弄不好就踢断脚指头,踢伤脚腕子。说着,他 That year’s snow is New Year’s Eve. Spring Festival morning, a house opened the door, the snow has plugged the gap under the door, frozen solid, hard pull, click, the door opened, snow Qi brushed to stand a thick, the wind rushed in with the door Straight into the face, got into clothes. Body suddenly like to drill into the ice hole, cold through. Although my clothes button buckle well, but could not help but wrapped in tight, and then raised his foot, want to stand in front of the snow kicked, but was blocked by his father. My father said that the snow is hard, freezing the Snow Prong for a night is a stone, get kicked broken fingers, kick the ankle. Said, he