那是个除夕夜,春晚已经结束,家人都已入睡。我并无睡意,一个人趴在沙发上,看一场世界杯经典赛事。此时,窗玻璃上覆盖着一层薄薄的霜,屋檐下悬挂着的一根根冰棱好似一柄柄长剑。不过,我在屋内却惬意得很——地暖烧得正好,让我觉得窗外呼啸的风雪只是遥远的梦。在我的手中,一股奶茶的香 It was a New Year’s Eve, Spring Festival Evening has ended, the family has fallen asleep. I did not sleep, a person lying on the couch, watching a classic World Cup event. At this time, the window glass covered with a thin layer of frost, hanging under the eaves of a root ice edge like a handle sword. However, I was very comfortable inside the house - warm to burn exactly, let me feel the wind and snow roaring out the window is only a distant dream. In my hand, a fragrant milk tea