雪,对于四季潦草含混的滇南来说,是个稀罕物。尽管哀牢山把脑袋伸进云层,看似与上苍亲吻依恋,亲密无间,而四季轮回的冬季一旦回来,上苍对这片土地还是另眼相待,不会轻易飘洒一朵雪花。在我半个多世纪的人生行履中,那罕见的几场落雪,深深烙印在我记忆的“大事记”上。第一次落雪,是1968年冬天。那是我平生第一次见雪,也是我一生中见过的最大一场雪。头天傍晚,母亲 Snow, for the four seasons illegible southern Yunnan, is a rarity. Although Ailaoshan put his head into the clouds, seemingly kissed with the gods attachment, intimate, and once the seasons of the winter once again come back, God is still treated to this land, will not easily float a snowflake. In my more than half a century of life and action, that rare few snow, deeply imprinted in my memory “memorabilia ”. The first snowfall is the winter of 1968. It was the first time I saw snow in my life and the biggest snow I’ve ever seen in my life. Early evening, mother