在初春的温暖和生机中,一场大雪带着哀婉和迷茫铺天盖地。看不清已然泛黄的柳枝,看不清已然解冻的水面,看不清已然复苏的大地。只有空中这茫茫的素色,乱乱的飘落下来,落在地上冻成了冰,落在脸上化成泪,落在我的心里砸出了痛。我们的答案,艾弗森,几经反复还是决绝地离开了。凄凉的雪,伴着他渐行渐远的背影,带走了那曾经属于我们无数人的快乐和回忆,带走了那支撑我 In the warmth and vitality of early spring, a heavy snow drifts with sorrow and confusion. Can not see the already yellowed willow branches, can not see the surface of the thaw already thaw, can not see the earth that is already recovering. Only the vastness of the sky plain, chaotic down, fell to the ground frozen into ice, falling into the face into tears, falling in my heart hit the pain. Our answer, Iverson, repeatedly or decisively after leaving. Desolation of snow, accompanied by his backs and lofty backs, took away the happiness and memories that once belonged to our countless people, took away that support me