四季谱写着它们的歌,萧瑟、憯凄、激情、慵懒。最爱的是冬天。我爱它的洁白,白得耀眼;我爱它的幽冷,冷得让人清醒;我爱它的萧瑟,萧瑟得让人悲叹。看它将生命掩埋,像死神的脚步掠过大地,万物寂然。我感到一种前所未有的解脱。它吞噬生命,也给予它们新的开始,是终点也是起点。这么一个狂热的世界,需要的是冷却。接下来,便是秋。憯凄。它总是讲述着生命的真理,让风,吹黄岁月的树叶,然后看着它们走向尽头。风在哀号,人在落泪。在我眼里,所有的悲伤似乎都发生在它身上。风撕扯着一切,吹过你的面颊,发丝如刀刮在脸上,把人从梦中唤醒。我感谢它吹散人的梦境,让我们看清现实。 Four Seasons wrote their songs, bleak, mournful, passionate, lazy. Favorite is winter. I love it white, white dazzling; I love it’s cold, cold so sober; I love it bleak, bleak people deplored. See it buried in life, like the death of God passing the earth, everything is quiet. I feel an unprecedented relief. It devours life, but also gives them a new beginning, is the end is the starting point. Such an avid world, the need is cooling. Next, it is autumn.憯 sad. It always tells the truth of life, let the wind blow yellow leaves, and then watch them come to an end. Wind is wailing, people are crying. In my eyes, all the sadness seems to happen to it. Wind tearing everything, blowing through your cheeks, haircut like a knife in the face, the people wake up from their dreams. I thank it for blowing people’s dreams, let us see the reality.