用食指一点点拭开玻璃上空茫的白霜,玻璃窗开始流泪了。一滴、又一滴,它哭得梨花带雨,我见犹怜。但我仍然用手在玻璃窗上慢慢地描画着,描画着。直到白茫茫的一片逐渐变得晶莹剔透。渐渐地,它的眼泪流干 A little bit with the index finger to open the glass over the white frost, glass began to cry. One drop, another drop, it cried pear rain, I see still pity. But I still use my hand to slowly draw on the glass window, portrayed. Until the vast white gradually become crystal clear. Gradually, its tears flowed