冬有冬的来意,寒冷像花,花有花香,冬有回忆一把。脑海里悲欢起落的画面不断回放,像一场电影一样,一个个侧身而过的相遇与分离、凋落又重新生长。我出生的城邑,用它细雨中寂寞的黛瓦白墙,用它阳光下熙攘的高楼华屋,拼凑成一个看似永恒的背景,并对我说,世界,就是这个样子。我曾经很虚幻,以为可以用流苏和光华填充一个永不褪色的故乡,然后水湄的芦苇丛悠然飘起《诗经》里唯一一缕秋光,凤凰花盛开在每一个通往糖果店的地方。我以为可不用吵不用闹,就这样携一缕阳光惫懒地流淌,看蝴蝶蹁跹出一万种绽放的姿态。直到发现,童话与现 Winter has the purpose of winter, cold like flowers, flowers have flowers, a winter memories. Loving pictures of the ups and downs in my mind constantly replay, like a movie, one by one side of the encounter and separation, litter and regrowth. I was born in the city, with its lonely rainy white walls in the rain, with its bustling high-rise buildings in the sun, piecing together a seemingly eternal background and told me that the world is like this. I used to be illusory, thinking that you could fill a never-fading home with tassels and glory, and then the reeds of Shui-Mei would float the only ray of Autumn in the Book of Songs. The Phoenix flowers bloom in every place that leads to the candy store . I thought that noisy noisy, so lazy to carry a ray of sunshine flowing, watching the butterfly 蹁 跹 out of 10,000 kinds of bloom gesture. Until found, fairy tales and the present