冰封山河的冬季,苍宇间轻柔飘舞的飞雪簌簌而落,轻轻拭去雪地里那最上面的浮尘,掬一捧雪花于手心,看着它的六棱一点点在温热的手心融化,终成了一汪水清,任谁再浮躁的心此刻都会沉静。因着那水清,映照的不仅有手心里清晰的掌纹,还有自己熟悉却并不常见的双眸,更有那颗被这水清 Frozen mountains and rivers in the winter, Cang Yu flew softly flying snow flies and gently wipe away the top of the snow that floating dust, a handful of snowflakes in the palm of your hand, looking at it a little bit of six edges in the warm The palm of your hand melts, finally became a bough, any who then impetuous heart will be quiet at the moment. Because of that clear, not only the palm of the palm of your hand clearly the palm of your hand, as well as their own are not familiar with the eyes, the more that the sink was clear