一林西正走在回乡的路上,一个人,去赴一场祭奠。雪还在下着,地上已积了很厚,脚踩上去发出咯吱咯吱的声响。这个豫北的小镇还在沉睡,天空中偶尔有一只鸟扑棱棱地飞过。林西有点儿恍惚,不知道这场雪是什么时候开始下的,或许是昨天,或许是前天的某一个夜里。干渴的小镇终于在年关来临之前,迎来了它今年的第一场雪。路边的人家已悬挂上了过年用的红灯笼,在雪空之间,温馨又寂寥。林西看着 A forest west is on the way home, a person, go to a memorial service. The snow was still on, and the floor was thick, with creaking feet on it. The town of northern Henan is still asleep, occasionally flying in the sky with a flutter of birds. Lin Xi a little trance, do not know when the snow began, perhaps yesterday, perhaps the day before yesterday night. The thirsty town finally ushered in its first snow of the year before the approaching of the new year. Roadside people have been hanging on the New Year with the red lanterns, between the snow empty, warm and solitude. Lin Xi looked