人们常把雨说成天公的泪,不知道雪是什么,是天神吃饭放的盐、加的糖?还是天宫门前柳树上结出的絮?不管它是什么,初冬的一个傍晚,飞银坠玉般的雪花还是从高高的云端飘下来了。雪刚落时,正值华灯初上,我从超市买了大包东西出来,敞开的脖领处忽然有股凉丝丝的感觉,借着桔黄的路灯 People often put the rain into tears, do not know what the snow is God put salt to eat, add sugar? Or the willow in front of the Temple made of floc? No matter what it is, one early winter evening, flying silver Jade-like snow drifts down from the high clouds. Snow just fall time, at the beginning of the Chinese lantern, I bought a large bag from the supermarket out of things, open neck collar suddenly cool feeling of shares, through the orange street lights