冷湿的雾气氤氲着这条在早上独属于我的小径,让我意识到,原来冬天还没过去。我会在每天早上露出浅浅的微笑向树木问好。然后,依旧背着我的背包轻轻走过。还在沉睡的树木不会被吵醒,可我依旧相信叶子们会在睡梦中邂逅我的笑脸。我也曾抬起头仰望头顶的天空,黑黑小小的一条,被叶子遮住了许多的空间。很多时候我是可以看到月 Cold and humid misty 这 氲 this alone in my own path in the morning, I realized that the original winter has not yet passed. I will say hello to the trees every morning with a shallow smile. Then, still carrying my backpack gently walked. Still sleeping trees will not be awakened, but I still believe that folks will meet my smile in their sleep. I also looked up at the top of the sky, a small black one, covered by leaves a lot of space. Many times I can see the month