“北方有佳人 ，绝世而独立。一顾倾人城，再顾倾人国 。宁不知倾城与倾国？佳人再难得！”
早上起来的时候，天是暗的，窗外昏蒙蒙的一片 。刷牙的时候，西窗陡地亮了 ，一大片被白雪覆盖的田地进入眼帘。这是个生冷的冬天，洗脸的水很凉，窗外很干净 ，一切好象都刚刚开始，像某个电影里定格的画面。一两个上学的孩子从路上急匆匆地走过。背着书包的他们很单纯，很快乐 ，辛苦却无挂碍 。
换一个角度，就成了一种风景。窗内的我是，窗外的他们也是。钱钟书说窗是文明的象征 。的确如此 ，窗子让我们的生活更多了一种滋味。
加了热水，脸盆里的水温和起来。我的脸上挂着水珠，睫毛上也挂着 ，镜子里的我开始清醒起来 。跟窗外的天色一起越来越干净明亮。
梳头发，一下又一下，很细致很慢。这是个享受的过程，和透过窗子看窗外的风景一样 。有时候人可以成为自己的风景 ，不需用眼睛看，要用心看。
这个世界上有很多人不相信命运 ，我信。有些东西的存在是注定的，是你不需要改变也不能改变的 。比如我的长发，比如你会遇到的爱情。只是长发是最简单的存在 ，看得见，可以一直不更改。而爱情，很难按照自己的想法存在 ，是否改变了也不是你一下就能看得见的 。
看见西湖的时候 ，并没有觉得它如想象中的那般美好 。后来去了很多城市，高楼林立，拥挤的街道 ，喧嚣的车辆，还有冷漠、破落，然后发现千百年来人们得出的很多定论是对的。“上有天堂 ，下有苏杭。 ”西湖的确是美的 。
第二次，再看西湖，垂柳轻拂 ，青草萌动，波纹不起的湖面，安然的长堤 ，无一不美。
喜欢水。没来由的喜欢 。他们说了很多理由，我都点头，又仿佛都不是。看到它的时候会喜欢，想到它的时候会喜欢 ，它的名字叫水，所以喜欢，其实就这么简单。
我的后脚裸破了。两个很大的血泡 。走路的时候很疼 ，我忍着不喊不叫，和没这回事一样。他们问我，为什么走路很吃力的样子？我轻轻地说雪大 ，路很滑。
又开始做梦了 。故事一样的情节，小小的女孩子在一大片芦苇荡里不停地走，四下张望 、寻找 ，可是没有，什么都没有。除了芦苇还是芦苇，到处都是黄澄澄的一片 ，盖住了小女孩的脸。
我走在街上，忽然就开始晕了起来 。一堵高墙后面露出一张女人的脸，她看见我就开始慌叫起来，张牙舞爪的叫 ，我在她的惊慌里惊恐着，为什么在她眼里我竟是鬼一样的存在着？隔着一堵墙，我们一起昏了过去。
丈夫问我怎么了？我偎在他怀里 ，头埋得深深地，无从说起 。
装木梳的木头盒子空了 。我像丢失了什么似的 ，一整天都魂不守舍。
在街上游荡，无所事事的样子。商店的橱窗里偶尔露出一张呆板的脸，冷冷的眼神，和这冬天的寒流一样让人浑身不顺畅 。人们的笑容忽然就少了。整个大街上 ，听不到笑声，看不到微笑的脸。很多捂着大口罩的人匆匆地走着，连卖雪糕的大妈都是用点头和手势来做生意 。
经意不经意地去梳子商店转，每一把都很精致，每一把都很漂亮 。可是那么多赏心悦目的梳子 ，竟没有一把是自己再想要的。不知道为什么，就是想念我自己的那把梳子，那把已经陈旧没了光泽却异常温暖的木头梳子 ，想念它拿在我手里的时光。
"There are beautiful people in the north, are peerless and independent. Take a guilty city, take care of the country. Ning does not know the city and the country? Beauty is rare!"
keep this song, There is also a normality of the normality.
The snow in the snow has an extreme beauty.
When I got up in the morning, the sky was dark, and the window was fostered. When brushing your teeth, the West Wind is steep, and a large piece of the field covered by snow into the eye. This is a cold winter, the water of the wash is very cool, the window is very clean, everything is just beginning, like a movie in the picture. Children in school rushed from the road from the road. They are very simple, very happy, but have no hinders.
For an angle, it will become a landscape. I am in the window, they are also. Qian Zhongshu said that the window is a symbol of civilization. This is true, the window makes our life more taste.
Added hot water, the water temperature in the bobbo. My face hangs the water, the eyelashes are hanging, I started awake in the mirror. Clean and bright together with the sky outside the window.
Comb hair, one more, very meticulous. This is a enjoyable process, like scenery outside the window through the window. Sometimes people can become their own landscape, don't use your eyes, you have to look at it."How long does this long send you?" Asked me.
"I don't know. Maybe I have been old." I smiled and calmly.
There are many people in this world who do not believe in fate, I believe. Some things are destined, and you don't need to change. For example, my long hair, such as the love you will encounter. Just long hair is the easiest existence, it can be seen, it can have been changed. And love, it is difficult to play according to your own ideas, whether you change it is not you can see.
The hair is entangled together, I am very patiently with my comb. Wooden wooden comb, comfortable and warm in hand. Long haired blocked the face, the darkness of the dark, when the finger touched the hair, I remembered the rodgy of the row of dumb and cool songs: "There are beautiful people in the north, independent independence ..."
When I saw West Lake, I didn't think it's beautiful as it would like. Later, I went to many cities, high-rise Lin Li, crowded streets, hustle and bustle, and indifferent, broken, and then found a lot of conclusions that people came in thousands of years. "There is paradise, there is Su Hang." West Lake is indeed beautiful.
Second, then look at West Lake, the drizzle, the grass is spurred, the corrugated lake, the long-term longexy, nor is not beautiful.
likes water. Didn't come by. They have said a lot of reasons, I nod, it seems that it is not. Will like it when you see it, you will like it, its name is water, so you like it, it's just as simple.
My post is bare. Two large blood bubbles. When I walked, I was very hurting. I kept called, and I didn't wait. They ask me, why do you take a look? I gently said that snow is big, and the road is very slippery.
I started to dream. The same thing is the same, the little girl is going to walk in a large reed, four looks, looking for, but no, nothing. In addition to the reeds or reeds, it is a piece of Huang Chengcheng, covering the face of the little girl.
I walked in the street, suddenly began to faint. A woman's face is revealed behind, she started to panic, the Zhang tooth dance, I am frightened in her panic, why do I actually exist in her eyes? We have been fainted with a wall.
Then I woke up from my nightmare, I can't open my eyes, keep crying, and I am cold.
What happened to me? I was in his arms, my head was deep, and I didn't say it.
The most intimate person can't talk all. Especially if you can't panic.
The sun raised in the middle of the curtains again, and there was a bit glare.When combing hair, the wood comb is not careful. The crisp voice is shocked, I am a born in my heart. This bricks, it is long, still broken.
The wood boxed wood boxed in the wood comb. I have lost what I have lost, and I am not going to work all day.
Wandering on the street, nothing. Even a dull face, cold eyes, and the winter coldness is not smooth like this winter. People's smile suddenly have fewer. On the entire street, you can't hear a laughter, can't see a smile. A lot of people covering a big mask hurried, and even the big mom who sells ice creams is doing business with nods and gestures.
My loneliness suddenly came out from the foot. Those bluestone boards are lonely together at my feet.
If you delinkally, go to the comb store, each is very delicate, each very beautiful. But so much pleasing comb, there is no one you want again. I don't know why, I miss my own comb, then I haven't had a warm wood comb, miss it, I miss it in my hand.
Because I miss, I don't accept other. Because of persistence, it is even more reluctant.
Don't be sigh in your heart.
The blood bubbles on the feet are broken, still hurting. Unconsciously, in such pain, I walked a lot of roads, and I didn't know the pain known to the outsiders. I quietly hidden between walking.
Because of the wood comb, I ignored this pain.
My wooden comb is not. I can't find the same wooden comb and it. I comb my hair with my fingers, I heard the song again: "Ning does not know the city and the country?"
actually owns and lost only one line.
West Lake is still beautiful, after thousands of years? After the millennium, there is still a song of a regulator? Is there a woman who is governed to her?
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