白雪在我黄棕色的油皮靴下吱呀作响,没有风只是冷。起先是我躲在爱人的身后机械地走着,后来就小跑状往家奔。到底是三九天,在外面待了也就不到一个小时的功夫,脚就不大听我调遣了。他不言语只是不时回头等等我,待我快赶上他时就又落出我一段距离。就在这之前,我在雪后的林子里冻并快乐着,面对着爱人的镜头恣意绽放自己,恍惚间仿佛时光倒流回到了二十几年前,那时我们真 Snow in my yellow brown oil boots squeak sound, no wind just cold. At first I walked mechanically behind my lover’s body and later ran trot on my home. In the end is thirty-nine days, in the outside will be less than an hour of effort, feet do not listen to me to deploy. He did not speak only from time to time back waiting for me, until I catch up with him and when I fell some distance. Just before, I was frozen in the snow after the snow and happy, in the face of the lover’s camera wanton blooming myself, trance as if the time went back twenty years ago, when we really