冬天:面对一棵树一这比季节更粗砺的树茧,咬伤我探询的双手。但谁又能肯定这不是一种更深切的幸福?面对一棵简陋的冬日之树,我甚而觉得,它比这世上所有的事物,都更坦诚。冬日之树,没有一朵花,甚至没有一片叶子装饰的裸露之身,比真诚更真诚,让我寻求呼应的目光,深入其中。是的,哪一朵花、哪一片叶子,能真正抵达这个季节?更不用说永远地占据我们心灵。有的,只是一棵,冬日之树。永恒之树。二然而,我们常常把事物作微妙的倒 Winter: Faced with a tree that is more rough than this season tree cocoon, biting my hands in interrogation. But who can be sure that this is not a deeper happiness? Faced with a humble winter tree, I even feel that it is more honest than all things in this world. Winter tree, not a flower, or even a naked body decorated with leaves, more sincere than sincere, let me seek echoes of the eyes, in-depth. Yes, which flower and which leaves can really arrive in this season, let alone occupy our mind forever? Some, just a tree, winter tree. Eternal tree. However, we often make things subtle