列车转过弯道,江南随处可见的秀丽山水又在眼前浮现。阳光不是很明媚,但照在身上暖暖的,让人浮生睡意。靠在椅背上,听着CD里悠扬的旋律。突然一个人转过头来问我:东北,应该有零下二十度了吧,在下雪吧?我心头一震,迟疑了片刻。啊,应该有了吧。嗯,应该有啦!思绪,如借了一双翅膀,瞬间飞到了好远,好远——那是一个,叫做故乡的地方。雪花,如鹅毛一般大,也如鹅毛落地般飘飘洒洒,一朵朵。盛开在这一片宁静的世界;树木,长宽了枝干;房屋,钝化了棱角;道路,模糊了边缘。是谁家的孩子,还如此贪玩?脸蛋,如 Turn the corner of the train, beautiful scenery everywhere in front of the South again emerge. Sunshine is not very bright, but according to the warm body, people drowse. Leaning on the back of the chair, listening melodious melody in the CD. Suddenly a person turned to ask me: northeast, it should have zero minus twenty degrees, it is snowing? I startled, hesitated for a moment. Ah, it should be there. Ah, there should be! Thoughts, such as borrowing a pair of wings, flew very far, far - that is a place, called hometown. Snow, as a large goose feather, but also as floating like a goose feather floating, one blossoming. Blossoming in this tranquil world; trees, long branches and wide branches; houses, passivating edges and corners; roads, blurred edges. Who is the child, but also so fun? Face, such as