雨,顺着指尖滑落。冰凉的雨,刺骨的风,向着这片大地侵袭。静静地站在街边,灯下。雨水,抑或是雪花融化成的水珠在脚边轻轻地溅起水花。轻轻地抬起手臂,朦胧中一朵雪花滴落在手心,那冰凉的触感让人恍惚中察觉,冬天来了。我爱雪花降落时冬天的美。雪花如鹅毛般轻盈,静静地,落了下来,纷纷扬扬,让人眼花缭乱。记忆中的冬天是悄无声息的。某天清晨,戴上帽子,拉开窗户,一股冷冽的气息袭来,迅速向手中哈了一口气,抬头望向窗外,震惊之余便已了然,心头浮上满满的喜悦,世界,已是白茫茫的。 Rain, slide down your fingertips. Cold rain, biting wind, toward the land invasion. Quietly standing in the street, lights. Rain, or snowflakes melted into the water at the foot gently splashes. Gently lift the arm, dim snow dripping in the palm of your hand, that cold touch of trance in the spot, winter is coming. I love the beauty of winter when the snow falls. As snowflakes, like a goose-like light snow, quietly, falling down, have triumphantly, dazzling. The winter in memory is silent. One day in the morning, put on a hat, opened the window, a cold breath hit, quickly took a hand and looked up to the window, I was already shocked, my heart full of joy, the world It is a vast expanse of white.