喜欢雪,也喜欢看下雪。一个人走在空旷的雪野上,披一身晶莹的雪花,满世界的洁白。这些精灵的使者,荡涤着我灵魂的尘埃,也让我感伤于年少时的隐痛。那年,我十二岁。除夕之夜,天公作美,下了一场与我出生时一样的大雪。祖屋已亮起所有的麻油灯,偌大的宅院被照得通亮。大人们忙着准备年夜饭,我们十几个孩子在院子里,甩着冻 Like snow, but also like to see snow. A person walking in the open snowy field, wearing a crystal snowflake, the world’s white. The emissary of these elves, washing the dust of my soul, let me sentimental pain when young. That year, I was twelve years old. On New Year’s Eve, God works beautifully and made the same heavy snowfall as I was born. The ancestral home has been lit all the sesame oil lamp, huge house was shone brighter. Adults are busy preparing for dinner, a dozen of our children in the yard, dumped frozen