回忆总是温暖的我讨厌冬天,我常常就在阴冷的天气里冻哭,并有流离失所、无家可归的恐慌。可是,我唯一对他温暖的想念,却全在年少时那些呵气成冰的冬日。那时他与母亲,尽管并不相爱,但在平淡琐碎的生活里,还是有些许的明亮。这样的光亮,犹如阳台上许久没有打理的一盆花,在晦暗里,悄无声息地开着小朵小朵纯白的花儿,你于忙碌之中,不经意间扫上一眼,会觉得心内欢喜。我记得冬日里我步行回家,一路 Memories are always warm I hate the winter, I often cry in the cold weather, and displaced, homeless panic. However, my only miss to him warm, but all those young winter bleach into the ice. At that time, he and his mother, though they did not love each other, still had some lightness in their ordinary and trivial life. Such a bright, like a long time on the balcony did not take care of the potted plants, in the gloom, quietly open small flowers small white flowers, you are busy, inadvertently swept one, will feel the heart Happy inside. I remember walking home during the winter, all the way