下雪了，又一个冬天来临了。不知为什么，每当冬天来临的时候，我总有动笔写点什么的冲动，仿佛对于冬天有一种永远也说不清道不尽的感触，如同那痴迷地投向大地的雪花———纷纷扬扬。有时我想：是由于自己生长在北方的缘故吧，就像那海边长大的孩子，海总是他意念中铭刻... It’s snowing, another winter is coming. I do not know why, whenever winter comes, I always write something impulsive, as if for the winter there is always a way to tell the endless feeling, as the obscenity to invest in the land of the snowflakes --- one after another. Sometimes I think: It is due to their growth in the north of it, like the sea grew up children, the sea is always engraved in his mind ...