翻着我们的照片 ，想念若隐若现。那时的你，我不曾忘记 。
那年的冬天我们笑得很甜。雪纷纷扬扬地下着，亲吻着我们冻红的脸颊。雪是那么的温柔，那么的温暖 ，使我们陷入了幸福乡，仿佛周围美丽的雪景都成了浮云。整个小山谷回荡着我们稚嫩的笑声，打破了冬天的寂寥 ，一切都变得生机勃勃 。
我们淘气地打着雪仗，雪球呼地从这边飞到了那边，又从那边飞到了这边。伴随着雪球的飞驰 ，是我们躲闪的身影，以及欢乐的笑声。一不小心我摔倒了，地上的雪很硬 ，撞得我生痛，眼泪就这样掉了下来 。我赶紧闭上眼睛，怕你看到。可谁知风一吹 ，潮湿的睫毛上就结了一层薄霜，眼睛睁不开了。我急着大叫你的名字，许多年后的今天，我也仍不知道 ，为什么那时我的脑海中只有你 。不一会儿，一股温暖而熟悉的气息向我扑来，是你。你抓着我的手 ，着急 、担心地问我怎么了。小小的你还不会照顾人，却拖了暖手套，用火热的小手为我捂融眼帘的冰霜 。现在回想起来 ，还有那缕缕的感动。
那天你哭着对我说再见，不等我说话你就跑走了，像一阵温暖的风 ，只肯给予我了短暂的温暖，下一刻就无隐无踪了，仿佛从没来过 。雪无情、冰冷的砸在我的脸上 ，伴着泪痕掉在了地上。风起了，我的眼帘再次被冻住了，只是我的身边已少了小小的你。我多希望你能再次回到我的身边，为我捂融眼帘的冰霜。
Turning with our photos and miss if it is hidden. At that time, I didn't forget.
The winter we laughed very sweet in that year. Snow has raised underground, kissing our frozen cheeks. Snow is so gentle, so warm, so that we can't fall into a happy town, as if the beautiful snow scenes become floating clouds. The whole hill valley returned to our tender laughter, breaking the life of winter, everything has become vibrant.
We hit the snowball, the snowball flew there, and flew here from there. With the flying ball, it is the figure of our dodge, as well as the laughter. I accidentally fell, the snow on the ground was very hard, hit me to hurt, and tears dropped this. I quickly closed my eyes, afraid that you saw it. Whoever knows the wind, the moist eyelashes, a thin layer of frost, and the eyes can't open. I am very much calling your name. Many years later, I still don't know why I only have you in my mind. In a short while, a warm and familiar breath is coming to me, it is you. You grabbed my hand, worried about, worried about me. Little, you still don't care about people, but drag the warm gloves, use the hot little hand to cover the frost of the eye. Now I think it is, and there is also the movement.
"We must be together forever!" Little, I have turned down at that moment.
That day, you are crying to me, I will run away, I will run away, like a warm style, I will only give me a short warmth, no next moment It's hidden, as if I have never been there. The snow is ruthless, the cold lying is on my face, accompanied by tears, rumping on the ground. The wind is up, my eyes are frozen again, but my side has less than you. I hope that you can return to my side again, covering the frost of your eyes.
Whenever my eyelashes are frozen, they will always think of you, always feel that I am very bleak, who will help me with frost? ...
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