写这篇稿子的时候,下雪了。第一片雪花落到脸上,以为是雨。抬头,路灯的光影里,看见湿润的小雪片,飞卷着慢慢落下。一片,两片,很多片。很快,地面被雪花洇染,变得深浅不一。像隔着很远,有细密的雾气喷过,沁透薄薄的宣纸。尽管温度并不低寒彻骨,但是,岁寒,如约而至。 It was snowing when writing this manuscript. The first piece of snowflakes fell on the face, that is rain. Looked up, the light of the street light, saw the moist snow film, flying slowly down. One, two, many films. Soon, the ground was snow stained, become shades. Like a very far away, there are dense mist spray, thoroughly through the thin rice paper. Although the temperature is not cold and biting, but the cold, as about.