雪夜下雪了,喜欢用文字暖身,让思絮如大雪般纷飞,落在风吹的地方。下午,开车在厚厚的积雪里,看着玩耍在雪地里的孩子们,让我想起了儿时的雪天。也是这样,一片银光连成了白色世界。那时,每当放学走完五里山路到家时,那娇嫩的小脚已是紫色。爸爸总会无奈地为我打来热水泡脚,躺在暖和的床上时,脚肿得像个小馒头一样。但我依然想着明天的功课,在深 Snowy night snow, like to warm up the text, so thinking like snowfall, falling in the wind and the place. In the afternoon, driving in thick snow, watching children playing in the snow, reminds me of childhood snow. The same is true, a piece of silver has become a white world. At that time, whenever the end of the school Wulishan arrived home, that delicate feet is purple. Dad always reluctantly called me hot feet, lying in a warm bed, swollen feet like a small bread. But I still think about tomorrow’s homework, deep