天空灰蒙蒙的,北风呼啸,正如那年冬日。细小的雪粒落地无痕。我伸出手,试图接住晶莹的雪,当它落到手心时,却消失得无影无踪。雪粒那么美丽,那么柔弱,如同值得珍惜的母爱。雪静静地飘着,美丽却那么哀伤。我们的见面总是匆匆的,经常听到的话是“必须走了”“下次再来接你”。不知你如何能做到看着我哭得伤心却忍心离开,只记得我总在心中暗想你为何不来看我,看到你后却仍开心地扑到你的怀中,用胖胖的手指把玩着你的头 The sky was gray and the north wind whistled, just like that winter day. Small snow particles landing without traces. I reached out and tried to catch the sparkling snow. When it fell into the palm of my hand, it disappeared without a trace. The snow is so beautiful, so delicate, as motherly love to cherish. The snow floated quietly, but the beauty was so sad. Our meeting is always in a hurry, and what we often hear is “You have to go” and “I’ll pick you up again next time.” I do not know how you can do to watch me cry sad but have the heart to leave, just remember that I always think in my heart why you do not come to see me, but after you see you are still happy to flee to your arms, with fat Fingers playing with your head