雪,是诗人眼里满园的蝴蝶,是词人心目中纷乱的落梅。雪,是这个星球最纯粹的语言。冬季,雪是天地之间翩跹飞舞的白色精灵,充斥着天地之间略显空旷的静谧。雪像一朵朵晶莹光洁的雪莲,在裸露的原野上燃烧着白色的火焰;雪像一瓣纯净粉白的樱花,在枯寂的庭院里勾勒着银色的风景。雪? Snow is the butterfly of the poet’s eyes full of gardens. It is the fallen plum of the poet’s mind. Snow is the purest language of the planet. In winter, snow is the white spirit that flies between heaven and earth, and is filled with quietness that is slightly open between heaven and earth. The snow is like a snow lotus blossoming and sparkling, burning a white flame in the bare field; the snow is like a pure white cherry blossoms, in the dead courtyard outlines the silver landscape. snow?