或许,今冬的雪会飘零不止,那皑白中反射着心中那悲凉的落寞。那抹笑痕定格在你沧桑的脸上,分不清那皱纹下是否藏着你未完的梦。匆匆中,不明白那屋前的空地何时已枝繁叶茂,又在何时,那泥泞的山路已变成了平坦公路。不知不觉,我仿佛穿越了时空,直觉中似乎明晓那里并不属于我,庭前的橘树、柚树,经历了风雪的摧残后愈发挺拔,仅剩的几颗果 Perhaps, this winter’s snow will be more than zero, that white reflected in the heart of that desolate lonely. That wipe marks freeze in your vicissitudes of the face, can not tell the wrinkles hidden under your unfinished dream. In a hurry, do not understand when the open space in front of that house has flourish, but also when the muddy mountain road has become a flat road. Unconsciously, I seem to cross the time and space, intuition seems to know where there is no me, orange trees in front of the court, pomelo tree, experienced the devastation of the snow more and more straight, the remaining few fruit