生在多水多情之地的江南,雪可谓天之厚礼吧。总对那字里行间的雪魂牵梦萦,接连两年不小的雪也算让我这个水乡的孩子圆了场梦。记得在酣梦中依稀听见父亲如吃了蜜糖般孩子似的叫唤:“快起床!快起床!下雪了!下 Born in a multi-affectionate land of Jiangnan, snow can be described as thick gift of it. Always between the lines of the snow between the dream of dreaming, after another two years of no small snow can be considered a child of my dreams round the field. Remember to hear his father faintly heard like a honey-like child in the dreary: ”get up! Get up!