冬天,当人们蜷缩在自己编织的“蚕茧”里,总有一种被重重束缚的感觉。每一个冬天,多少诗意,多少浪漫,多少层层叠叠的眷恋。冬的晶莹,渗透着春的气息。仰望着树叶一片片凋零,却未曾发现树枝静静地悬在高空,守望树叶的离去,还是守望下一个春季? In winter, when people crouch in their woven “cocoon,” there is always a feeling of heavy bondage. Every winter, how much poetic, how many romantic, how many layers of attachment. Winter crystal, permeated with the spring atmosphere. Looked at a piece of leaves withered, but never found the branches hanging quietly at high altitude, watch the leaves leave, or watch the next spring?