伤情处,高城望断,灯火已黄昏。——题记初冬,微冷,走在北京王府井的大街上,突然发现,下雪了。几片小小的雪花零零飘落,好像有,又似没有,给人恍惚间的感觉。看着雪花,心底一酸——已经五年没有回故乡东北看过雪了。眼前的雪花仍然细细碎碎地飘落,然而还未能舒服地躺在地面上就被开来的汽车飞似地碾过,或被逛街购物的行人匆忙地踏过,了无踪迹,只剩下灰黑色的汤水。耳边充斥着刺耳的汽车鸣笛声, Injury Department, the city looked off, the lights have dusk. - Inscription early winter, slightly cold, walking in the streets of Beijing Wangfujing, suddenly found, snowed. A few small snowflakes falling zero, it seems, there seems no, giving the feeling of trance. Looked at the snowflake, the heart of an acid - has not returned to the hometown of northeast seen snow in five years. In front of the snow is still finely broken falling, but has not been able to comfortably lie on the ground was opened up the car ran over, or pedestrians shopping hastily stepped over, no trace, leaving only Gray black soup. Ear filled with harsh car whistle,