雪大概是黄昏时大起来的。如果在平常,它会让人想起羽毛,想起白色的舞蹈,并令地上的人雀跃地舞蹈起来。但此刻她并不象征美。为了迎接这场罕见的大雪,学校已提前放了元旦的假,校园里已罕有人迹。12月9日,漫天的大雪暴露了油墩街中学的慌乱与空虚。我首先想到的是回家,但通往县城的公路已被雪遮盖。然后我想到了酒。地点是镇上一家破败的老饭店,风从地板和所有有漏洞的地方往里挤。那时我多希望对面坐着的是一位忧郁的女子,不大漂亮都不要紧,只要和我一样怀着致命的幻灭感。我必须面对的现实却是一个高二年级的男学生,且脸上横着许多刀疤,他和我惟一的相似是家都在县城,雪使这微不足道的共鸣点散发出木炭的 Snow is probably up at dusk. If normal, it reminds one of the feathers, remembers the white dance, and makes the earth danced with joy. But at the moment she does not symbolize beauty. In order to meet this rare heavy snow, the school has put in advance New Year’s Day holiday, there are few people on campus. On December 9, the snowstorm exposed the confusion and emptiness of Yadun Street Middle School. My first thought came home, but the road to the county was covered by snow. Then I thought of wine. The location is a dilapidated old town hotel, the wind squeezed from the floor and all the loopholes in the place. At that time, I hoped that the opposite sitting is a melancholy woman, not pretty does not matter, just as with me deadly sense of disillusionment. The reality that I have to face is that of a sophomore male student with lots of scars on his face. He and I are the only ones who are all in the same county. Snow makes charms of this trivial resonance.