雪把我们带入梦境:那里平原广袤无比,那里没有颜色,也没有人迹。我的心清醒明澈,雪把我们送上泡沫的马的背脊。戴花环的童年来临,充满梦幻,雪把我们抛上海的高浪,扯起张张白帆。雪让我们着魔,一片白色层层叠叠,鼓张的羽毛上那鸟的红眼烁烁闪闪,我的心,冰冻的棕榈树下的火点,鲜血涓涓地流,令人惊叹。 Snow brought us into a dreamland: where the vast plains, there is no color, there is no human track. My heart is clear and clear, and the snow sends us to the back of a foaming horse. Wearing a wreath of childhood is coming, full of dreams, the snow we throw the waves of Shanghai, Zhang Zhang Baishui pulled up. Snow enchanted us with a white layer of white plumage on the bird’s red-eye twinkling, my heart, the fire under a frozen palm tree, and the blood trickling through.