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他们说冬天是四季里唯一一个没有颜色的季节。我说不对。为了等候天空将它所有的白都降落到地上,我愿意提前爱这个寂寞而寒冷的季节,从立冬那天就开始准备好爱它。雪的白不是颜色吗?也许是吧。雪融化进泥土的时候,我瞅瞅贼头贼脑的麻雀:那种美丽的白、干净的白、丰腴的白,被谁偷吃到肚子里了呢?会是你们吗?一样东西,哪怕只有一种颜色,我也会深深地爱上它。
They say that winter is the only season of no color in the seasons. I am not right. In order to wait for the sky to land all its white to the ground, I would love to advance this lonely and cold season, from the beginning of the winter, ready to love it. Snow white is not color? Maybe yes. When the snow melted into the soil, I took a look at the sparrows of the thieves: the beautiful white, the clean white, the plump white, who steal the stomach, and would it be you, the same thing, even if only one Color, I will fall in love with it.