三月,黄昏。空中飘着雪,密密麻麻,纷纷扬扬,像优美的舞蹈又似凄凉的忧伤。雪慢慢地飘动,像撕碎的纸片。雪落地了,一朵覆盖一朵。三月雪难得,像这样的雪更难得。外面的路灯亮了,我在敲完了最后一份文件后离开了打字店。雪依然飘着,我那“宝马”自行车上也积了白白的一层。路滑难 March, dusk. Floating snow in the air, dense, have triumphantly, like a beautiful dance and sad look like desolate. The snow fluttered slowly, like torn paper. The snow landed, a covered one. March snow rare, snow is more rare. The lights outside were on and I left the typing shop after I knocked through the last document. The snow is still floating, and my “BMW” bike has a white layer. Slippery road