生命里,总有一些路,无法选择。也总有一些人,无法忘记,犹如这一炉柴火香,久久的,温暖着尘世。一冬无雪,竟让人无所适从。立春后的一场雪,从夜里悄然袭来,挂满山峦沟壑,白了田园,屋顶,没了门前的小路。清冽冽的风执拗得可爱,连呼吸都带着欣喜,多少也让北方有了北方的样子。雪晴后,去村里探访友人。一个寂寂的小村,街巷整洁却少有人声,也许是过完年节又都出去打工养家了吧。 There are always ways in life, you can not choose. There are always some people, can not forget, like this firewood incense, a long time, warm earthly. A winter without snow, actually make people confused. After a spring snow, quietly hit from the night, covered with mountain ravines, white pastoral, roof, no path in front of. Qing 冽 冽 wind stubborn adorable, even breathing with joy, how much the north has the look of the North. Xueqing, go to the village to visit friends. A quiet village, street neat but few people sound, may be the end of the year have to go out to work and raise a bar.