又是一年冬天。屋外已是寒霜浓重,北风萧萧。袭人的冬之味道,牵引着我向着回忆缓缓走去,一种香甜的牛奶伴着巧克力的味道在阳光中弥漫,暖暖的,甜甜的,渗进每一寸肌肤——记得那一年冬天,我的生日快到了,而妈妈由于工作需要出差好几天。当我得知这个消息时,期盼已久的一颗心立刻凉了半截。爸爸远在外地,一年也难得回来几趟,若再没有最亲 It is a year of winter. Outside the house is thick frost, north wind rustling. The taste of winter is pulling me slowly toward the memories, a sweet milk with the taste of chocolate in the sun filled with the warm, sweet, infiltrated every inch of skin - remember that In the winter, my birthday is coming, and my mother needs to travel for business for several days. When I heard the news, the long-awaited heart immediately cooled half. Dad is far away from the field, a rare few times a year, if no more pro