于一个乡村少年来说,那些随着时日不断在窗间变幻着内容和细节的花纹,最直接的称谓就是“霜花”。至于近些年人们经常提及的雾凇,依我看,还不能进入玉树琼花之列,充其量它们也不过是树木上挂了浓霜或冰雪,太写实了,或可勉强称其为玉树,但叫琼花似乎就有些不粘不靠了。那一年冬天,每当我凝望或冥想着一窗霜花沉入梦乡,总会有同样或相似的情节在梦里再现。总是那白天鹅一样白衣长发的女子,总是温存里的玄晕和意识渐失,也总是一切尽随霜雪的消逝而踪迹全无。 For a village boy, the most direct name for those teenagers who change their content and details in the window over time is “frost.” In recent years, people often refer to the fog, in my opinion, can not enter the Yushu Qionghua ranks, at best, they are nothing but the trees hung heavy cream or snow, too realistic, or barely call it Yushu, But it seems that some non-stick Qionghua does not depend on it. That winter of the year, whenever I gazed or meditated upon a window of frost and fell asleep, there were always the same or similar episodes in my dreams. The white swan is always the same white hair woman, always warm in the mysterious halo and loss of consciousness, but also always do everything as the disappearance of frost snow and no trace.