雪下得并不大,又没风,雪花儿就稳稳地飘。光秃秃的树枝托着那些雪花,雪花就叠加在上面,叠成厚厚的一层,枝条就有了咯吱咯吱的声响。而屋顶上呢,屋顶再也见不到灰色的瓦楞了,几棵瓦松探着头,就那么一点绿,格外的耀眼。一群麻雀想落上面,飞翔了一圈,终究还是没有落,懒洋洋地飞走了。松爷又去院里扫了一遍雪,他固执得让人心疼,院里刚落了薄薄的一层,透着亮儿,连湿漉漉黑灰的地面也没盖上,他就又掂起扫帚在院子里扫,一天到晚扫了十几遍了。哧哧啦啦地刮着地皮,那声音,让屋里的松奶听着心烦。松奶也不理他,让他去扫,他有本事甭让天下雪。他是没事找 Under the snow is not large, no wind, snow float firmly on the child. Bare branches holding the snowflakes, snow superimposed on it, stacked into a thick layer, the branches have a creaking sound. And the roof, the roof no longer see the gray corrugated, and several Vason pine exploration head, so a little green, exceptionally bright. A group of sparrow want to fall above, fly in a circle, after all, still did not fall, lazily flew away. Song Ye went to the hospital again swept the snow, he was stubborn people feel bad, the courtyard just fell a thin layer, revealing bright children, even the wet black and gray ground did not cover, he was up again Sweeping the broom in the yard, scanning a dozen times a day. Scraps scrape the land, the sound, let the house of milk listening to upset. Pine also ignore him, let him go sweep, he has the ability to let the world snow. He is nothing to find