已是冬时,所有的一切都变得缓慢而刻薄起来。大地铺满了厚厚皑皑的积雪,植被放弃了那最后的挣扎,也沉浸到冬日的孤寂里去,期盼着第二年的复苏。这世界的声音,也仿佛从秋天的喧嚣热闹变成了今时的凄凉破败。我坐在街边的咖啡店里,望着桌上的拿铁咖啡,潸然泪下。 It is winter, everything becomes slow and mean. The thick snow covered the earth, the vegetation gave up that last struggle, but also immersed in the winter solitude, looking forward to the second year of recovery. The voice of this world, it seems from the hustle and bustle of the fall into the bleak and desolate now. I sat in the street cafe, looking at the table latte, tears.