我偶然发现了一顶帽子,一顶很陈旧的帽子。蓝色的布上留有一块污渍,闻着有一股浓烈的霉味。帽子破了一个洞,可以清楚地看见里面泛黄的棉花,样子土里土气的,可它算是我的老朋友了。这顶帽子,是一个儿时的伙伴送给我的。小时候,我总是被其他孩子嘲笑,只有他和我形影不离。寂静的冬夜,风雪在这个山窝里肆无忌惮地咆哮。眼看天地间只剩下黑和白,人们的心在涌动,即将打破宁静,开始新一天的劳作。零零星星的烟囱散发出缕缕炊烟,我们踏上了去学校的路途。风在吼,雪在飘,鸟不再鸣叫。白雪像细沙,一 I happened to find a hat, a very old hat. Leave a stain on the blue cloth, smell a strong musty. The hat broke a hole, you can clearly see inside the yellowing of cotton, rustic look like the earth, but it is my old friend. This hat was given to me by a childhood friend. As a kid, I was always ridiculed by other children, only he and I inseparable. Still winter night, the snow-capped mountains roared brazenly. Seeing only black and white between heaven and earth, people's hearts surging, is about to break the quiet, start a new day of work. Sporadic chimney emits a plume of smoke, we set foot on the road to school. Wind roar, snow floating, birds no longer tweet. Snow like sand, a