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许是童话故事听多了,幼时的我总以为,每一片雪花里都藏着一个会飞的小精灵。所以,每当冬天一来临,我便开始痴痴地等待,等待雪花载着小精灵降落到我的窗前。那个冬天,终于等来了一场久违的大雪。推开窗,外面一片耀眼的白。屋顶、树木、小河、庄稼,全都被雪覆盖了。灰蒙蒙的天空,像一条厚实的棉被,不知被谁扯开了一个口子,大片大片的棉絮抖落下来,密密匝匝,铺天盖地。鸟飞绝,人踪灭,无比辽阔的安静!我小心翼翼地伸出双手,将雪花接在掌
Xu is a fairy tale to listen to more, when I was young, I always thought that every piece of snowflakes are hidden in a flying fairy. So, whenever the winter comes, I start to jerkily wait for the snow-covered elf to land at my window. That winter, finally waiting for a long absence, heavy snowfall. Open the window, a dazzling white outside. Roofs, trees, creek, crops, all covered in snow. Gray sky, like a thick quilt, I do not know who opened a hole, a large trash of cotton to shake off, densely turns, overwhelming. Bird flying must, people disappear, very vast quiet! I carefully outstretched hands, the snowflakes in the palm