今天北京下雪了~好美~

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Snow Season（冬之美） The early snows fall soft and white and seem to heal the landscape. There are as yet no tracks through the drifts, no muddied slush in the roads. The wind sweeps snow into the scars of our harvest-time haste, smoothing the brow of hill, hiding furrow and cog and trash in the yard. Snow muffles the shriek of metal and the rasp of motion. It covers our flintier purposes and brings a redeeming silence, as if a curtain has fallen on the strivings of a year, and now we may stop, look inward, and rediscover the amber warmth of family and conversation.

我爱雪~她是大自然的宠儿~是冬天的精灵~

落雪的夜 眼睛里一直有星星的脚步声 在时光里跌落到 黄昏 故事里的茅屋呈现的时候 落在一步之外的时光 已经很老了 合上冬天的语言,打开夜的柴扉 于是有花 在蓦然的对视里融化了 透风的窗棂 将屋子里的火引向清冷 你是从夜的黑色里发现自我的 在白色的歌声里 你将疼痛 挤压成瘦弱的灵魂 这个世界永远都有轻薄的风 而你甘愿守着寒夜里那唯一洁白的宁静

不仅下了,还很大~可以堆雪人喽~

风...好大......郁闷...冻死了~

但还得上学~~那叫一个冷

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