幽雅恬静的冬:在此致上我的歉意。曾经,在我看来,你是最不浪漫的季节,永远都只是一片萧条之色。天,冷嗖嗖的,寒风凛冽,更不带一丝湿润,浸入骨髓的冰凉仿佛要抽去身体里所有的温暖,只留下如干絮散漫的一团冷在胸肺间。一直觉得,在你这样一个“千里冰封,万里雪飘”的季节,人的思维会被冻住,浪漫会在刹 Elegant quiet winter: in this cause my apologies. Once, in my opinion, you are the most romantic season, always just a color of depression. Days, cold wind, cold and windy, but without a trace of moist, immersed in bone marrow as if to take to the cold all the warmth of the body, leaving only as a group of dry flocculent cold in the chest. Always feel that in such a “thousands of miles frozen, thousands of floating snow,” the season, people’s thinking will be frozen, the romance will be in the brake