一直,我以为我最喜欢的是春天,那么的诱人,那么让人惘然失措,盛开或不盛开都充满着极大的妩媚,妖似的妩媚。到了一定年龄会喜欢冬天,冬天像一个人枯坐在自然界——所有的绿色全落尽,天地一片茫茫。大雪之中,寂寞成了固体,碎银似的孤独铺满了星空。一个人坐在时光之外,又坐在时光之里,与永定河风中的鸟巢相依着,与冷冷星光相依着。从枯坐开始,却不知要到哪里结束。枯坐是一种哲学了。 Has been, I think my favorite is the spring, so attractive, so unconscious, full or not in full bloom are full of charming, demon-like charm. To a certain age will be like winter, winter, like a person sitting in the dead - all the green all done, the world a vast expanse. Among the heavy snow, loneliness became a solid, silver-lined lonely covered with stars. A person sitting outside the time, but also sitting in the time, and the Yongding River in the nest dependent, and cold stars dependent. From sitting dead, but do not know where to end. Sitting is a philosophy.