严冬过去了,但余威尚在。一次次的寒流袭来,晴时是风,阴时是雨夹雪。人们熄了的炉火又生起了,刚脱下的衣服又重新披上。天空灰灰的,树木在春风中摇曳着秃秃的枝丫。河毕竟是化冻了。雪花尽管在空中舞得和冬时一样好看,但大地已不喜银装。 The winter passed, but Yu Wei was still there. Once again, the cold spells hit the storm. When it was clear, it was the wind. When it was cloudy, it was sleet. The fire that was extinguished was raised again, and the clothes that had just been taken off were put back again. The sky was gray and gray, and the trees swayed the bald branches in the spring breeze. After all, the river is frozen. Although the snowflake danced as well as the winter, the earth did not like silver.