立春之后几天,开始飘雪,并不感觉严寒,在这安静的晚上,雪下得微小且细密,却显得这样尽心尽力,像是一个人用所能抵达的最高音在唱着歌,纵使声响清浅缥缈而即刻落至地表为尘土所淹没,传递不到想要的远方。或许在这场雪看来,飘落即是它本身该坚持的姿态与过程。在半空,生命短暂停留的片刻,用心绽放,用力感受。结果在哪里,并非自身所能谋划的事,但求认真走过这一遭,以它足够 A few days after the beginning of spring, it began to snow and did not feel cold. On this quiet night, the snow was so small and delicate that it seemed so dedication that a person sang with the highest pitch that could be reached, The sound of light and light 缥 落 and immediately fell to the surface of the earth for the submergence of the dust, passing less than the desired distance. Perhaps in the snow seems to fall is that it itself should adhere to the attitude and process. In mid-air, the moment of a short stay in life, intentions bloom, feel hard. Where the result is not what you can plan, but to seriously go through this encounter, with it enough