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下雪了。我望着窗外漫天飞舞的鹅毛大雪,痴痴地发呆。那每一片雪花犹如被施了魔法似的飘进我的心里,让我回忆起了过往的点点滴滴。千言万语,如涓涓细流,不知从何说起。但有些心里话,憋得心慌,不得不说一说。那一年,也是漫天飞雪的冬天,也是令人望而却步的天气。早晨起来,寒气袭人,推门望去,到处银装素裹,白茫茫一片。那细细的枝条仿佛一夜之间忽然发福了,变得臃肿丰满,像是不堪重负似的,上面的积雪扑簌簌直往下掉。我
Snowing. I looked out the window flying snow goose feather, journeying daze. That every snowflake like magic was applied to float into my heart, let me recall the past bit by bit. A thousand words, such as trickle, I do not know where to start. But some truths, Biede flustered, had to say. That year, but also the snow-capped winter, is also prohibitive weather. In the morning, cold and hot, looked out the door, wrapped in silver everywhere, a vast expanse of white. The thin branches seem to suddenly make a fortune overnight, become bloated plump, like overwhelmed like, above the snow flutter straight down. I