冬钻进人的骨子里,有一种僵硬的痛。春天的诗意被寒气重重地压在地下,冒不出一丝丝触痒皮肤的暖。可恶的西北风,总是在岔路口躲猫猫,趁你不注意,跳跃出来,上咬耳轮子,下咬脚丫子,让你咧着个嘴,呲着个牙,“哎哟哎哟”几声惨叫,它便惬意得很,顺着空阔的大道,像溜冰一样,眨眼间跑得无影无踪。冬就这样劫持着宇宙,做着独裁梦。春节却 Winter drilling into the bones, there is a stiff pain. The poetic spring is pressed heavily in the ground under the chill, can not take a trace of itchy skin warmth. Damn the northwest wind, always hide and seek in the fork in the cat, take advantage of you do not pay attention, jump out, on the bite ear wheel, bite foot yazi, let you grinning, bared a tooth, “hey yo yo ” It screams very well, along the spacious avenue, like ice skating, blink of an eye run without a trace. Winter so hijacked the universe, doing a dictatorial dream. Spring Festival is