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飒飒冷风,吹起一层薄薄的雪雾,吹翻路人举着的伞,吹动她的长发,也吹冷她的心。她不像那些娇弱的女生们,非要打着精巧美丽却华而不实的伞,不让一点儿雪花沾到自己的衣服。她穿着厚厚的羽绒外套,背着沉重的书包,任凭狂风白雪迎面吹来。而她脸上的神情,却绝不亚于那河面上冻起的坚冰,冷漠而无情,孤傲而麻木。今年冬天的雪真大,今年冬天的风,真冷啊……打开那冰冷沉重的门,迎接自己的仍是阴暗冷清的所谓的家。灯开了,温润的灯光稍微给这个地方带来了一点温度。东西都在老地方,一件没少,却唯独少了——人。
Squint cold, blowing a thin layer of snow fog, puffer holding an umbrella, blowing her long hair, but also cold cold her heart. She is not like those delicate girls, insisted on the exquisite beauty of the flashy umbrella, do not let a little snow to your clothes. She wore a thick down jacket, carrying a heavy bag, despite the wind blew in the face. The look of her face, but no less than the frozen ice on the river, indifferent and heartless, arrogant and numb. The snow in this winter is really big, the wind in this winter is really cold. Open the cold heavy door and greet the so-called home that is still dark and gloomy. The lights went on, and the warm light brought a bit of temperature to the place. Things are in the old place, not less than one, but only few - people.