你听,在冬日的深处,那么多灵巧的小天使,轻轻敲打我们记忆的窗棂。那时候有温暖的炉火,火光映照我们彼此炙热的眼睛。你眸子深处的流水呀,比下去窗外的一汪美景。那万千跳跃、欢腾而雪白的孩子们啊,是你描不出的美景,是我写不完的真情。写一封信,写一封压在深雪里的信。你可以想象,来年的春天,这些温暖的词句,将会长出繁茂的枝叶:爱的枝叶、梦想的 You hear, in the depths of winter, so many clever little angel, gently tap the window of our memory. At that time there was a warm fire, the fire shining on each other our hot eyes. Your eyes deep in the way of water, a beautiful view than going down the window. That thousands of jumps, jubilant and white children, ah, you can not describe the beauty, I can not write the truth. Write a letter, write a letter in the deep snow. You can imagine the warm spring of next year, these warm words, will grow lush foliage: love foliage, dream