在冬日里,我的思念没有冰封,像一条溢满情意的小河,向远方缓缓地流淌……为了一份牵挂而一路奔忙。为了梦中的期待而风尘仆仆。思念真的是一股温泉吗?寒风没有作答,吹落枯叶。仰头望去,晚霞涂抹着满天眷恋,诉说着无声的心语。遐思飞扬,倒一杯咖啡泡着记忆,香在嘴角,苦在心里。心情如天气,浓雾弥漫,城市早已模糊。打开窗户,握一把湿漉漉的雾气,我一遍遍问自己:在远方,是否也是这样的天气?我是否也被模糊了呢? In the winter, my thoughts are not frozen, like a full of affectionate stream, slowly flowing to the distant ... ... for a carefree and bustling. In order to dream of waiting and dusty. Miss really is a hot spring? Wind did not answer, blow dead leaves. Looking up, the sunset smeared with sky, silent voice. Reverie flying, pour a cup of coffee soaked in memory, incense in the mouth, bitter in my heart. Moods such as the weather, fog filled, the city has long been vague. Open the window, hold a wet mist, I asked myself over and over: in the distance, is it such a weather? I also have been blurred?