雪是冬天的精灵,只在寂静的夜里造访孤寂的灵魂,比如寒窗夜读的书生,比如灯下雾髻云鬓的女子,比如独钓寒江的蓑笠翁,比如黑夜轻骑逐敌的壮士,比如正在苦苦等待一场大雪的你和我……而这一刻,我等了多年,但每次都被无情可寄的念头焚毁。这个冬天的夜晚,窗外终于飘起零星的雪花,它温柔,静谧,安详,伸着温暖的舌头,舔着我的记忆,舔着这个迷离的世界。 Snow is a winter elf who visits only lonely souls in the stillness of the night, such as the scholar studying in the cold window at night, such as the woman in the misty bunker, such as the solitary winters in the Hanjiang River, Waiting for you and me for a heavy snow ... And for a moment, I waited for years, but each time I was cruelly burned down by relentless thoughts. This winter night, the window finally floated sporadic snow, it is gentle, quiet, serene, warm tongue, licking my memory, licking this blurred world.