雪白灯红那是几十年前的事儿了。妈妈早晨起来做饭,要到外面去抱柴禾,却怎么也推不开门。妈妈吊起老式方格窗,原来是大雪堵住了门。我吃过了早饭,跟着爸爸来到公社中心小学。当我走进教室的时候,满屋子都飞着麻雀。同学们就追逐着麻雀,嘻嘻哈哈疯闹起来。而麻雀呢,却从破败的窗子飞走了。我望着远去的麻雀,心情突然沉重起来——那些麻雀,在这冰天雪地里,会不会找到食物呢?那时候,我喜欢听咯吱咯吱的踏雪声,喜欢捧一把雪放在嘴里,喜欢和爸爸堆雪人,喜 It was a white light red thing decades ago. Mom up in the morning to cook, go outside to hold firewood, but how can not push the door open. Mom lifted the old-fashioned lattice window, the original snow was blocked the door. I have had breakfast, followed by my father came to commune Central Primary School. When I walked into the classroom, all the houses were flying sparrows. Students chase sparrows, laughing together crazy up. The sparrows, however, flew away from the run-down windows. I looked at the sparrows gone, my heart suddenly heavy - those sparrows, in this ice and snow, will not find food? At that time, I like to hear creak snow, like holding a snow on the mouth In, like and father snowman, hi