下雪了,窗外白茫茫一片。冬衣也添了许多,但总觉得少了些冬天的味道。清少纳言在《枕草子》中写道:“下雪时不消说,单是地上盖了一层雪似的白霜,便端着炭盆送往各处,倒也有些冬天的模样。”想到这些,内心便十分犹豫了。不知为何竟想起白雪覆盖过的北方原野,想起故乡来,想起童年来。那时老屋尚未翻新。第一场雪落,炉子便架了起来。祖父用那双厚实的劳动人民的手,把一个黑色的铁箱子搬进堂屋,脚踩着锅台, It’s snowing, the white one is out of the window. Winter clothes also added a lot, but always feel less the taste of winter. Qingnao satisfied in “pillow grass” wrote: “Needless to say when it snowing, just covered with a layer of snow-like hoar frost, it was carried around the charcoal basin, but also some winter appearance. ”Thought of these, the heart will be very hesitant. I do not know why actually think of snow-covered northern wilderness, think of hometown, think of childhood. At that time the old house has not been refurbished. The first snow fell, the stove will be up. Grandfather with the hands of a pair of thick working people, a black iron box moved to the house, foot on the pot,