冬雪的追忆秋天的最后一场雷与冬天的第一场雨一同到来……踏着尚未积雪的泥泞小径,回到了,回到了我们幸福的回忆之中……细雨夹杂着细雪,冰凉的洒在我的脸上,衬衣和马甲早以湿透,头发也开始朝下滴水,顺着面颊,滑入脖颈,好凉……不过毛窝已经习惯了,习惯这寒冷,在这里,会找到你吗?找到你那即使在雪夜里也会闪光的金发吗?“我回来了……姐姐。”站在门口,我这么说着。眼前以没有了往日的景色,有的只是破败的道场和歪斜的大门。一切早已经不在了……往日的喧嚣,快乐,幸福,痛苦,都在白雪之中,变的模糊……惟有你的金发,在我的眼前越来越清晰。我偶尔想起了过去,每次我回家的时候,我总是会说,我回来了……而你,总是用微笑来迎接我。这是从什么时候开始的呢? Winter snow recalled the last fall of the thunder and the first rain in winter come together ...... marching yet snow-covered muddy trails, back, and returned to our memories of happiness ... ... Light rain mixed with thin snow, Cold sprinkle on my face, the shirt and vest early to wet, the hair began to drip down, along the cheek, sliding into the neck, cool ... but the hair has become accustomed to habit, this is cold, here, Will you find you? Find your blonde that glitters even in the snow. “” I’m back ... Sister. “” Standing in the doorway, I say that. In front of the past without the scenery, and some just dilapidated Dojo and skewed door. Everything is gone! The noise, joy, happiness and pain of the past are all in the snow and become vague ... Only your blonde hair becomes clearer and clearer in front of me. I occasionally think of the past, every time I go home, I always say, I’m back ... And you, always with a smile to meet me. When did this begin?