两年前一个冬天的夜晚,下了一天的雪终于停住了,从窗外望出去,白皑皑的一片,天地特别干净。每当下雪的时候,我就只想待在家里什么也不做,学刺猬冬眠。我接来烫烫的热水,坐在床边泡脚,房间里暖气开得十足,我思绪神游着,想了很多,却又仿佛什么也没想,直到水渐渐失却温度……那一晚好像就这样过去了,比白开水还淡然无味,可我就是觉得异常舒服。去年下起第一场秋雨的时候,我正坐在地板上翻看旧信,时不时地会忍不住笑出声来,也会在心里暗自唏嘘。都是大一时朋友们的来信。刚进入一个新鲜的世界,什么都急着想跟人分享,有些甚至是自问自答式的,洋洋洒洒几页看下来,不知道中 A winter night two years ago, the day after the snow finally stopped, looking out the window, a white one, the world is particularly clean. Whenever it’s snowing, I just want to stay home and do nothing, learning to hedgehog hibernation. I went to hot hot water, sitting on the edge of the bed soaking feet, heating the room full of open, my thoughts fugue, think a lot, but as if nothing else, until the water gradually lost temperature ... that night It seems like this passed, but also indifferent to the white water, but I just feel very uncomfortable. Last fall from the first autumn when I was sitting on the floor looking at the old letter, from time to time will not help laughing, will secretly sigh in my heart. It’s all my friend’s letter. Just entering a fresh world, what are the hurry to want to share with others, and some even ask themselves, a few eloquent look down, do not know