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第一片雪花飘落,我心便似倥侗钟鸣般震撼。好一朵轻盈的雪,缓缓而下,像小脚女子款款移步,摇曳婀娜,安安静静,没有声响,不惊动任何人。若不细看,就会错过这细如针尖的柔软,淡如微尘的飞花。三九的头天,天蒙蒙,似是没醒的睡眼。从空洞的寒气中走出,走入另一个茫茫无边的虚无,手指的冰冷如冻僵的木头,没有知觉。匆匆的脚步,麻木游走,掩盖了人们心底失落已久的温暖。不知,天空洒下的水滴的化身,能否冼净心头的尘埃。
The first piece of snow falling, my heart is like Dong Chung Ming shock. A light snow, slowly down, like the foot of the woman section of the move, swaying graceful, quiet, no sound, do not disturb anyone. If you do not look, you will miss this fine as the tip of the soft, light, such as dust flying. The first day of March nine, days, like sleepy eyes did not wake up. Out of the hollow of the cold, into another boundless nothingness, finger cold as frozen wood, there is no perception. Hurried footsteps, numbness walk, to cover up the long-lost people’s hearts warmth. I do not know, the embodiment of the sky shed water droplets, can clean the heart of the dust.