冬爷爷驾驶着三架麋鹿车,响亮地甩着铃铛,从遥远的西伯利亚,来到我们小孩子的身边。北风弟弟调皮地吹着口哨,在山路上,在石桥边,在小巷里打转。它一会儿溜进小孩子的袖子里,一会儿把奶奶家的窗纸玩得沙沙作响。像鹅毛、像芦花、像蒲公英带绒毛的种子一般的雪,纷纷扬扬地在天空 Grandpa drove three elk cars, loudly shaking the bells, from far Siberia, came to our children's side. North wind brother whistling naughtyly, on the mountain road, in the stone bridge, spinning in the alley. It slipped into the kid's sleeve for a while, and then sashed the grandmother's window paper. Like goose feathers, like aloe, dandelion seeds with fluffy snow, have in vogue in the sky