今年冬天,雪,飘飘扬扬地洒。旮旯屯的山峦、田野、河流、村庄、一片银装素裹。村上人说,已经十几年没见过下这样的雪了。宁静中,有咯吱咯吱地踏雪声响起。沉闷,滞拖,却有力,还能让人听出些许欢悦。“五爷,溜达啊!”传来招呼声。“这雪,罕见呢!瑞雪兆丰年哦!”五爷应答的声音,在雪地上蹦跶蹦跶地跳跃。“五爷,不觉冷啊?”招呼声中溢出关切。五爷搓搓冻红的双手,笑笑,一脸的暖和神态。村人纳闷:五爷这是咋啦?说起五爷,村上人都佩服得很。 This winter, the snow, flying, flying. Qionglai Tuen mountain, fields, rivers, villages, a piece of silver wrapped. Murakami said that it has been snowed for more than a decade. In silence, there was a squeaking noise of snow. Dull, delayed drag, but powerful, but also make people hear a little joy. “Wu Ye, stroll ah!” Came greeting. “This snow, rare it! Ruixue Mega Feng Oh!” Wu Ye answered the voice, jump in the snow bouncing jump. “Wu Ye, do not feel cold ah?” "Spillover overflowing concerns. Wu Ye rub rub red hands, smile, look of warm demeanor. Villagers wonder: Wu Ye What is this? Speaking of Five Yeh, Murakami admire very much.