1.little dog每当冰雪的日子,我经过长巷,看着两侧人家帘帷深垂的窗子,总会想起那只小白狗,总觉得它突然会从某一个窗帘下钻出头来……初到纽约那年,每次去学校上课,总得走一段路去搭巴士。刚开学那段金风叶红的秋天,这些路不但不苦,还是种享受,但是当头上的枫红,转为脚下沙沙的叹息,再淋上暮秋的冷雨、寒霜,那感觉的萧杀,加上浓浓的乡愁,就有些惨惨戚戚了。 1.little dog Whenever the snowy days, I passed the long lane, looking at people curtain curtains on both sides of the window, always think of that little white dog, always felt it suddenly under a curtain drill out ... First arrived in New York that year, each go to school, have to go some distance to take the bus. Just school that golden autumn leaves, these roads not only not bitter, or kind to enjoy, but when the head of the red maple, sigh rustling at the foot, and then poured on the autumn rain, frost, that feeling Xiao Si, With thick nostalgia, some miserable.