清晨拉开窗帘,白茫茫一片。昨夜,德令哈下雪了。在青海,在高原的冬天,下雪是一件再寻常不过的事儿。在我的记忆中,青海的雪年年都在下,一直下到了今天。窗外,雪还在纷扬。“今日德令哈大雪。”我给远在海口的朋友发一微信。“雪对我来说已是很久远的记忆了!”朋友如是回复。朋友早年在青海读书、生活、工作过,她如此的感叹是可以理解的。她有着对雪的亲切记忆,更有着对雪的强烈怀恋。是啊,对于一个在暖国海口已定 Open the curtains in the morning, a vast expanse of white. Last night, Delhi was snowing. In Qinghai, in the winter of the plateau, snowing is a more common thing. In my memory, the snow in Qinghai has been under, has been down to this day. Outside the window, the snow is still spreading. “Deling heavy snow today. ” I give a friend in Haikou, a micro letter. “Snow is a very long memory for me!” "Friend reply. Her early years in Qinghai to study, life, work, she was so sigh is understandable. She has a warm memory of the snow, but also has a strong nostalgia for the snow. Yes, for a sea in the warm country has been set