空气被冻僵了,带着些冰霜的寒气,吸入的满是宁静和死寂,像冰窖。往日的喧闹与繁华,此时已经成为了可笑的童话,以及人们的梦寐以求。天空不再蓝了,那波澜的颜色被大雪不留情面地划破了,取而代之的是一个个单一的白点,摧毁着一切活力与希望。白雪在天上呼啸着,模样千变万化,先是不顾一切地横冲直撞,在天上乱舞,仿佛从来不曾落到地面上,与世无争;但突然间白点扭在了一起,像一块被人旋转着挤干了水的海绵,“呼啦啦”地向地面俯冲;落到地面上时,满天白点又不约而同地散开,给本已白茫茫的大地再铺上一层棉绒。一切事物都给盖上了一层厚实的白棉 The air is frozen, with frosty cold, inhaled full of tranquility and silence, like a ice-pit. The bustle and bustle of the past have now become ridiculous fairy tales, and people’s dreams. The sky is no longer blue, the waves of color is recklessly scratched snow, replaced by a single white point, destroying all vitality and hope. Snow whistling in the sky, the ever-changing appearance, first desperate to rampage, fluttering in the sky, as if never fell to the ground, and the world without a fight; but suddenly the white spots twisting together, like a piece was being swirled squeezed The water sponge, “Hula La ” to the ground dive; fell to the ground, the sky white and spontaneous to disperse, to the already vast expanse of land and then covered with a layer of cotton wool. All things are covered with a layer of thick white cotton