窗外，纷纷扬扬、轻盈自在飘起了雪。尽管早在预告中得知有雪 ，可当真见到雪的影子依旧会莫名的兴奋，似乎还有惊喜在 。
从儿时起对于雪的期盼便总会贯穿于整个冬日，几近痴迷。无雪的日子盼雪 ，雪融之后忆雪，即使在飘雪的日子也会念雪，会去念想：下次雪来会有多久？直至如今 ，对雪的热情似乎一点不减。没有雪的冬天自然总是不完整的，带着缺憾的 。雪白的世界里，才有冬的味道。
今天身体不太舒适（抑或是懒了），没有走出门去拍雪中的景致。往年的第一场雪我总会出现在公园里的 ，即使雪正飘，正疾，也欣喜若狂 。公园还在那里 ，于我，却似乎有些遥远，终究懒得出门。只是隔着玻璃窗细数雪花的路径 ，看着小区里渐渐被白色覆盖。心，在悠然之中却一点点瑟瑟的感触。不知道严寒冰冻的是窗外的世界还是窗内的我 。
这么说来，对于雪的那份挚爱似乎还是有了改变的。总会说童心未泯 ，以为长大的只有躯壳。回首儿时在鹅毛大雪里嬉戏，在厚厚雪地打雪仗 、堆雪人，扬起一捧捧的白雪飘飘洒洒 ，甚至翻个跟头、打个滚儿都不为过……终究还是没了那样的热情了呢！
雪 ，仍在下。猫在屋里，不曾走出。只是看雪花尽舞，隔着厚厚的双层玻璃 。
Outside the window, there have been Yangyang, and it is light and free. Although I have known snow in the pre-announcement, I really have an excitement of the shadow that I really see the snow, it seems that there is still a surprise.
From the time, the expectation of the snow will always run through the whole winter, and it is obsessed. The snowless days are looking forward to the snow, after the snow, the snow, even if the days of the snow will be snow, I will think about it: How long will I have for the next snow? Until now, the enthusiasm for snow seems to be not reduced. Winter without snow is always incomplete, with a shortcomings. There is winter taste in the snow white world.
Today, the body is not very comfortable (or lazy), did not take the door to the snow. I will always appear in the park in the first snow, even if the snow flutters, it is, and I am also happy. The park is still there, but I seem to be a little distant, and I will be too lazy to go out. It's just a path of snowflakes in a glass window, and it is gradually covered by white. Heart, in the leisure, it is a little bit of touch. I don't know if the cold is frozen is the world outside the window or I am in the window.
So, for the love of snow, it seems to have changed. I will always say that children's heart is not unbroken, thinking that only the body has a body. When I went back to the first child, play in the snow in the snow, hit the snowball in the snow, the snowman, raised a bunch of white snow fluttering, even turned to the head, do not have a rolling, not too ... Enthusiastic!
Years always have to search for something, everything quietly has a giant change. Even if he always insisted that yesterday did not have, there were countless, yesterday, today is still as yesterday? How can a person who experienced a vicissitudes of the year? Can you be like a pure romance in the childhood?The snow is still under. The cat is in the house, I have never gone. Just watching snow, dancing, across a thick double glass.
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