我始终不肯承认冬天的到来。冬天一来,许多旧事也随着寒风一起灌进衣领,冰凉彻骨,刺痛每一根敏感而脆弱的神经。然后,我便不能坦然和明朗。那些浮云旧事,在这冬天里,显得如此温柔。我怀念每日同我一起吃饭的人,吃着廉价而清淡的白菜,很安静,很美好。无法形容那种感觉,好像要把所有的温暖都拥住,好像让 I always refused to admit the arrival of winter. In winter, many old things are pouring into the collar along with the cold wind, cold and biting, stinging each sensitive and fragile nerve. Then I can not be calm and clear. Those clouds old things, in this winter, it seems so gentle. I miss those who eat with me on a daily basis, eating cheap and light cabbage, very quiet, very good. Can not describe the feeling, it seems like all the warmth should be hugging, as if to let