我爱霜,爱它清凛、洁净,爱它能报知响晴的天气。最美的,是那白霜映衬下的朝阳。有一年12月的末尾,我一大早从大船户冢这地方经过。那是个罕见的霜晨,田野和房舍上像下了一层薄薄的细雪,村庄的竹林和常绿树上也是一片银白。顷刻间,东方天空露出了金色,杳杳旭日,升上没有一丝云翳的空中,霞光万道,照耀着田野、农家。那粒粒白霜,皎洁晶莹,对着太阳的一面,银光闪 I love cream, love it pure, clean, love it can tell the sunny weather. The most beautiful, is that the white sun against the background of the sun. At the end of December of the year, I passed this place from the big ship to the mound in the early morning. It was a rare frosty morning, with a thin layer of fine snow on the fields and houses. The village’s bamboo and evergreens were also silvery white. Suddenly, the eastern sky exposed golden, 杳 杳 sun, no trace of the clouds up the sky, glimmers of light, shining fields, farmhouse. That white hoar frost, bright and clear, facing the sun side, silver flash