一个雪花纷飞的冬夜,窗外没有人,雪堆砌得很高,很平。一个孩子趴在凳子上,他用戴着手套的小手轻轻抚开窗上的雾气,一双水灵灵的大眼睛直瞪着窗外,他仿佛在寻找些什么?是漫天飞舞、飘飘扬扬的雪花,是隐隐绰绰、星星绿意的灌木丛,还是停在一边无人问津的雪橇呢?然而透过他闪烁的眸子,我看到了窗 A snow-capped winter night, no one outside the window, snow piled high, very flat. A child squatted on a stool. He gently stroked the fog on the window with his gloved hands. A pair of watery eyes stared straight out of the window. He seemed to be looking for something. It was a sky-dancing, fluttering snow. Is it a faint, starry green shrub or a sleigh that nobody cares about? However, through his twinkling blindness, I see the window.