一直以为,浪漫是需要氛围的。围膝坐在海边,轻轻地将脚丫放在水里,任凭一浪连一浪的海水拍击海岸,轻拂脚丫,听海的低吟,听海边拾贝的孩子们的嬉笑声,让心随沙鸥飞翔,如阳光明媚。我没有去过海边却一直渴望,渴望那一种粗犷的浪漫。漫漫白雪覆盖整个大地,在纷纷扬扬的白雪之中,穿一件天蓝色的羽绒服,围一条暖暖的长绒围巾,伫立在一片无边际、没被别人践踏过的松软的雪地上,让那些白色的精灵落在自己的发梢,鼻 Always thought that romance requires atmosphere. Sitting on the beach by the knees, gently placing the ankles in the water, letting the waves slap the coast, licking the ankles, listening to the murmur of the sea, listening to the children’s laughter Let the heart fly with the gull, such as sunny. I have never been to the beach but have longed for it, longing for that kind of rough romance. The long white snow covered the entire earth, among the rising white snow, wearing a sky-blue down jacket and a warm fluffy scarf standing on an endless snow-covered land that had not been trampled by others. The elf falls on his own hair, nose