聆听,雪的声音。当第一场雪降临,万物听到久违的宁静。一年的喧闹,一年的尘埃,全在这无声无息中过滤。就像一场独舞,刚拉开序幕,便让台下鸦雀无声。旋转的舞姿,婉约而灵动,台下更是如醉如痴。当乐声停止,舞者翩然而止,飘然而去。清展第一缕阳光,暖暖地照在渐渐消融的雪上,发出意意窣窣的声音。挂在房檐上的冰柱滴下水来,似竖琴的弦被无声地拨动。渐渐地,蒸腾的雪汽与沙沙的炒菜的味道混在一起,远处,隐约传来 Listen, the sound of snow. When the first snow comes, all things long to hear the quiet. A year of noise, year of dust, all in this silent filter. Like a solo dance, just kicked off, let the audience silent. Rotating dance, graceful and agile, the stage is intoxicated. When the music stopped, the dancers stopped, floating away. Clearly show the first ray of sunshine, warmly according to the gradual melting of the snow, issued a deliberate shy voice. Icicles hanging on the eaves dropped water, like a harp’s string was silently toggle. Gradually, the steaming snow steaming and rustle the taste of cooking mixed together, distant, vaguely came