下雪了,北方的冬天十分寒冷。我站在窗前,独自欣赏着漫天飞雪,我想化作白雪,随风飘去……每到飘雪,总会有人陪我去那白色“沙滩”上闲聊。在那白色“沙滩”没有踩过的地方,我总会有这样的冲动:别动,都别动,我要做第一个在白雪上留下印记的人。我曾多次小心翼翼地在白雪上走出一幅幅美丽的画,尽管我自己都不知道画的是什么,只感觉它有种飘逸的美。不过现在雪后我们出家门时已很难找到一片 It is snowing, the winter in the north is very cold. I stood in front of the window, alone enjoying the blizzard, I think into the snow, the wind drifting ... ... Every snow, always someone to accompany me to that white “beach ” on the chat. In that white “Beach ” where no tread, I always have such an impulse: Do not move, do not move, I want to be the first to leave a mark on the snow people. I’ve repeatedly carefully and beautifully painted a beautiful picture on white snow, even though I myself do not know what I paint, I just feel it is a kind of elegant beauty. However, it is hard to find one now when we were out of the snow