小时候,总是偎在奶奶膝头听她讲仙女的传说。那时候的冬天总会下很大很大的雪,一连下上许多天,几乎把我们那个白桦林边的小屯埋住。可因为有了那些雪花一般晶莹透明的仙女,我童年的冬天一点都不觉得冷。后来我长大了,我那故乡的小屯再也不下那么大的雪了,再也没人为我讲仙女的传说了。 As a child, always leaning on her knees to listen to her fairy legend. At that time the winter will always be under a lot of very big snow, many days down one after another, almost to our birch edge of the small village buried. But because of those who are generally crystal clear snow fairy, my childhood, winter did not feel cold at all. Later, when I grew up, my little village in my hometown no longer had so much snow. No one told me the fairy legend.