暖冬,还是暖冬。在过去的那个长长的酷暑,我没有喝着汽水,骑着单车在校园里若明若暗的树影下荡转。这举动着实像个民谣少年,我亢奋的气血在“hey,Man,what’up”的Rap里,下午三四点热气弥漫的球场上沸腾。我这么说,并不代表气候变化后,应对树木萧索,黄叶纷飞的场景,我听音乐的风格也要有所改变,况且窗外的场景葱绿实在有悖自小学开始就被告诉的自然常识,梧桐未落,雪花更没影。 Warm winter, or warm winter. During that long summer, I did not drink soft drinks, riding a bicycle on the school if the bright shadow of the tree swirling. This action is really like a folk juvenile, my excited blood in the “hey, Man, what’up ” Rap, three or four hot afternoon in the stadium boiling. I say so, does not mean that after the climate change, in response to the snow-capped trees, yellow leaves flying scenes, I have to change the style of music, Moreover, the scene outside the window is contrary to the green light from the beginning of primary school was told that natural knowledge, Indus bare, snowflakes no shadow.