Immersed in the world of black girl, curled up, his hands hugging his legs, tears in her heart brewing. Sasa Xue Piaopiao winter, snow world, particularly enchanting. Black frozen soil, buried a seed, black eyes, dark skin, black heart. The outside world, it can not see, that night, and winter snows, the girl's bed curtains tightly covered every corner, the girl still indulge in sorrow, refused to wake up.
Every corner of the room, the girls are very familiar with, but she saw only darkness. Her eyes are so clear, pure, like transparent glass. Sound under the snow, the girls hear, but it is dead and lifeless, but also to sound colder than the cold wind and frost. Keen sense of hearing, and did not stimulate the sad girl's heart sink. Mother late at night for her voice to be covered; the father of steaming milk into her bed voice; her family's kitten climbed her blanket of sound. Those accustomed to her voice, she touched, but only as an instant sunshine spread throughout every nerve of her body, the moment, back to cool, stiff feeling.
Spring, the girl is still not open Kenmai pace, to feel the thrill of melting ice and snow, have refused to open the tightly sealed windows, forced to listen to grass emerged momentum, flew to the mountains refused to field, listening to the gurgling brook Pentium, bloom brilliant smile. In fact, these can hear her, but she has long been accustomed to a person cry, a sad man, a sad person in the world. Can not accept this harsh reality, only like a frightened little lion, the face of the law of the jungle world, under the protection of the lioness continues trembling legs, sucking the breast.
Mother see in the eyes, injury in the heart. She did not want her daughter so life is engulfed by darkness, so they would only lead the soul like a lion cubs are particularly vulnerable, it began to capture the world of adventure.
Mother leaning girl, slowly, walk, walk. Spring cold wind there the slightest trace of the girl removed the glove, fingertips touch, it is a never had the experience that the wind as the sound of Heaven harp playing, listening, ears suddenly diastolic , as if the hand touch the harp strings, then, her every nerve seemed to wear reveals a breath of wind, has been tense solidification nerves relaxed a lot, she can not help out his hands, fingers bobbing slowly, gradually, a flexible sense of rapid ran back from the distant past, a familiar hand back and forth waves of joy from the heart, this time, her hands gently playing in the wind harp do, is so beautiful, wonderful, a a feeling prompted her to continue to move forward returning to the feeling of pleasure.
Spring awakened the sleeping birds, hiding in the tree and they can not wait to spring ensemble song "Beautiful blue sky." The sound of birds singing, everything earnestly long. The sound of children, really melodious, "chirp, chirp, chirp chirp" "beep woo, woo beep" big, sometimes small birds singing, slowly or fast-paced changes in there, one after another, the slightest agitation, trace wire passion, the slightest hope in this sensitive song distributing head. Girl's heart began to thaw, depression in the hearts of those of the past, with the singing wind drift too far, far ......
"Sister, give you a dates!" A sweet girl voice in the ears, listening to the girl for a long time have not heard a child's voice, the heart inexplicable jolt. She imagined that the girl must like her child as healthy and active cute, so the girl took the dates, tasted, sweet and good and refreshing winter dates, now tanned another as sweet as honey dry dates girl mixed feelings: winter, the original there are so delicious, and though I can not taste raw dates, dry dates, but I can do it, although it is not perfect physique, but it bears in the spring can give people another a unique taste! "It's delicious! Thank you, little sister!" "You're welcome, I'm sorry, girl, I can not hear a child!" The girl listening, tears in his eyes, a long time, a long time, stand between the spring, like species under a certain belief.
Girl With spring girl's footsteps, feeling spring moisture, the clear cool, refreshing, listening to the rain fell on the roof of voice, "spotting", such as large beads beads down, immersed in soft heart rain, buried in the frozen ground that the seeds have germinated impulse, there is almost certain trend. Stream, flows slowly, it sounds like a child before his mother went to bed to the girl told the story of the Arabian Nights, crisp, mildly, each telling a story, it is a move to increase and sweet. Creek, flowing not only in the mountains, the girl is still an open mind rippling waves, put the cold thick black soil washed away, forming a brilliant lust Heart Lake. Oily water plants in the lake swagger, golden fish swimming happy, colorful flowers in front of a small lake nines dressing, and some simple flowers, like simple country girls flawless, noble splendor and some flowers, like Yang general grace gorgeous, beautiful fragrant flowers and some, like the very beginning of the Red Woman. Girl gentle stroking of these flowers, deep near the nose, she could hear the flowers in her smile, you can feel the aroma of the flowers will input into her tasteless Heart Lake, could see her enjoy the flowers do bloom Yan ......
Through the spring into early summer, that sunshine broken in one place, ringing, drunk mountains and plains of the flowers, the girl's heart projected on the lake, thrown sparkling, extremely bright. Sinking seeds sleeping for many years, and finally blossom and bud, toward that thin broken pieces of warm sunshine, charming in full bloom!
沉浸在黑色世界里的女孩，蜷縮著身體，雙手緊緊抱著雙腿，眼淚在她心底醞釀。冬季的雪飄飄灑灑，銀裝素裹的世界，分外妖嬈。黑色的凍土里，埋藏一粒種子，黑色的眼睛，黑色的皮膚，黑色的心靈。外面的世界，它看不到，這一夜，冬雪又下，女孩床前的窗 簾嚴(yán)嚴(yán)實(shí)實(shí)的覆蓋了每個(gè)角落，女孩仍然沉醉在悲傷中，不肯醒來。
房間每個(gè)角落，女孩都很熟悉，只是，她看到的只有黑暗。她的眼睛，是那樣的清澈，純凈，玻璃似的透明。雪下的聲音，女孩聽得到，只是那是死寂沉沉，比寒冷的風(fēng)霜更要寒冷的聲音。敏銳的聽覺，并沒有刺激到女孩悲沉的心。母親深夜為她蓋好被的聲音；父親將熱氣騰騰的牛奶放到她床前的聲音；她家的小貓爬到她被窩里的聲音。這些她習(xí)以為常的聲音，她感動(dòng)過，但只是如霎那的陽光傳遍她身體的每條神經(jīng)，一瞬間，又回到冷卻、僵硬的感覺。
春天，女孩依然不肯邁開步伐，去感受冰雪消融的快感，不肯打開封得嚴(yán)實(shí)的窗戶，去聆聽青草用力破土而出的沖勁，不肯飛奔到山野田間，聽溪水潺潺的奔騰，花開燦爛的微笑。其實(shí)，這些她都能聽見，只是她早已習(xí)慣了一個(gè)人流淚，一個(gè)人傷悲，一個(gè)人心酸的世界。接受不了這樣殘酷的現(xiàn)實(shí)，只能像驚恐的小獅子，面對(duì)弱肉強(qiáng)食的世界，在母獅的保護(hù)下繼續(xù)顫抖著雙腿，吮吸著母奶。
母親看在眼里，傷在心里。她不愿自己的女兒就這樣一輩子被黑暗所吞噬，于是便像母獅帶領(lǐng)那只心靈特別脆弱的小獅，開始了它捕捉世界的探險(xiǎn)旅程。
母親扶著女孩，慢慢的，走著，走著。春季的風(fēng)還有一絲一絲寒冷，女孩將手套取出，將指尖碰觸，那是一種從未有過的體驗(yàn)，那風(fēng)如豎琴彈奏的天籟之聲，聽著，耳朵會(huì)突然的舒張，手仿佛碰到豎琴的弦，這時(shí)，她的每根神經(jīng)似乎都穿透著風(fēng)的氣息，一直緊張凝固的神經(jīng)放松了許多，她不禁伸出雙手，十指慢慢的上下擺動(dòng)，漸漸，一種靈活的感覺從遙遠(yuǎn)的過去飛速奔回，一種熟悉的喜悅從心到手來回蕩漾，此時(shí)，她的雙手在輕緩的彈奏著風(fēng)做的豎琴，是那樣的動(dòng)聽，美妙，一種前進(jìn)的感覺促使她繼續(xù)感覺久違的愉悅。
春風(fēng)喚醒了沉睡的鳥兒，躲藏在樹中的它們迫不及待的想要與春風(fēng)合奏一曲《美麗的青天》。鳥兒聲聲唱，萬物切切長。那聲兒，真是動(dòng)聽悅耳，“啾，啾，啾啾啾”“嘀嗚，嘀嗚”，鳥兒的歌聲時(shí)大時(shí)小，時(shí)緩時(shí)快，節(jié)奏變化有度，此起彼伏，一絲絲躁動(dòng)，一絲絲春情，一絲絲希望，在這敏銳的歌聲中散發(fā)得淋漓盡致。女孩的心開始解凍，那些抑郁于心中的往事，隨風(fēng)隨著歌聲飄得遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)的，遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)的……
“姐姐，給你一個(gè)棗子！”一個(gè)甜甜的聲音在女孩耳邊響起，女孩聽著許久也沒有聽過的小孩的聲音，心里莫名的顫動(dòng)了一下。她想象著，這女孩一定像她小時(shí)候那樣，健康活躍可愛，于是，女孩接過棗子，嘗了一口，冬天的清甜好爽口棗子，現(xiàn)在曬成另一種像蜜糖一樣甜的棗子干了，女孩百感交集：冬天，原來也有這么好吃的東西，雖然我嘗不到生棗，可是我可以做棗子干呀，雖然它身形并不完美，可是它在春天能儲(chǔ)藏著，給人們另一種獨(dú)特的味道！“好吃!謝謝你，小妹妹!”“不用謝，不好意思，姑娘，我小孩聽不見!”女孩聽罷，淚水在眼眶里打轉(zhuǎn)，久久的，久久的，站于春風(fēng)之間，好似種下了某種信念。
女孩伴隨著春姑娘的腳步，感觸春雨的滋潤，清清涼涼，沁人心脾，聽著春雨滴落在屋檐上的聲音，“滴滴達(dá)達(dá)”，如大珠小珠落玉盤，心底的柔軟浸入雨中，那埋藏在凍土里的種子有發(fā)芽的沖動(dòng)，有呼之欲出的態(tài)勢(shì)。溪水，緩緩流動(dòng)，那聲音，如小時(shí)候母親在臨睡之前給女孩講的一千零一夜的故事，清脆，婉轉(zhuǎn)，每講一個(gè)故事，就增加一份感動(dòng)與甜蜜。小溪，不僅在山野中流淌，還在女孩心中蕩漾開一股巨浪，把那冰涼厚實(shí)的黑土沖走，形成一座春心爛漫的心湖。油油的水草在湖底招搖，金燦燦的小魚快活的游動(dòng)，五彩繽紛的花兒花枝招展的對(duì)著小湖梳妝打扮，有的花樸素，像純樸無暇的村姑，有的花兒高貴榮華，像楊貴妃一般雍容華麗，有的花兒秀麗芳香，似極了初出紅塵的女俠。女孩輕柔的撫摸著這些花朵，深深的將鼻靠近，她能聽見花兒在向她微笑，能感覺花兒將香氣輸進(jìn)她無味的心湖，能看見花兒為她盡情盡顏的綻放……
走過春天，進(jìn)入初夏，那明媚的陽光碎了一地，擲地有聲，醉了漫山遍野的花兒，投射在女孩的心湖，泛起粼粼波光，耀眼無比。那顆沉睡了許多年的種子，終于發(fā)芽開花，向著那細(xì)細(xì)碎碎的溫暖的陽光，嫵媚怒放!
Every corner of the room, the girls are very familiar with, but she saw only darkness. Her eyes are so clear, pure, like transparent glass. Sound under the snow, the girls hear, but it is dead and lifeless, but also to sound colder than the cold wind and frost. Keen sense of hearing, and did not stimulate the sad girl's heart sink. Mother late at night for her voice to be covered; the father of steaming milk into her bed voice; her family's kitten climbed her blanket of sound. Those accustomed to her voice, she touched, but only as an instant sunshine spread throughout every nerve of her body, the moment, back to cool, stiff feeling.
Spring, the girl is still not open Kenmai pace, to feel the thrill of melting ice and snow, have refused to open the tightly sealed windows, forced to listen to grass emerged momentum, flew to the mountains refused to field, listening to the gurgling brook Pentium, bloom brilliant smile. In fact, these can hear her, but she has long been accustomed to a person cry, a sad man, a sad person in the world. Can not accept this harsh reality, only like a frightened little lion, the face of the law of the jungle world, under the protection of the lioness continues trembling legs, sucking the breast.
Mother see in the eyes, injury in the heart. She did not want her daughter so life is engulfed by darkness, so they would only lead the soul like a lion cubs are particularly vulnerable, it began to capture the world of adventure.
Mother leaning girl, slowly, walk, walk. Spring cold wind there the slightest trace of the girl removed the glove, fingertips touch, it is a never had the experience that the wind as the sound of Heaven harp playing, listening, ears suddenly diastolic , as if the hand touch the harp strings, then, her every nerve seemed to wear reveals a breath of wind, has been tense solidification nerves relaxed a lot, she can not help out his hands, fingers bobbing slowly, gradually, a flexible sense of rapid ran back from the distant past, a familiar hand back and forth waves of joy from the heart, this time, her hands gently playing in the wind harp do, is so beautiful, wonderful, a a feeling prompted her to continue to move forward returning to the feeling of pleasure.
Spring awakened the sleeping birds, hiding in the tree and they can not wait to spring ensemble song "Beautiful blue sky." The sound of birds singing, everything earnestly long. The sound of children, really melodious, "chirp, chirp, chirp chirp" "beep woo, woo beep" big, sometimes small birds singing, slowly or fast-paced changes in there, one after another, the slightest agitation, trace wire passion, the slightest hope in this sensitive song distributing head. Girl's heart began to thaw, depression in the hearts of those of the past, with the singing wind drift too far, far ......
"Sister, give you a dates!" A sweet girl voice in the ears, listening to the girl for a long time have not heard a child's voice, the heart inexplicable jolt. She imagined that the girl must like her child as healthy and active cute, so the girl took the dates, tasted, sweet and good and refreshing winter dates, now tanned another as sweet as honey dry dates girl mixed feelings: winter, the original there are so delicious, and though I can not taste raw dates, dry dates, but I can do it, although it is not perfect physique, but it bears in the spring can give people another a unique taste! "It's delicious! Thank you, little sister!" "You're welcome, I'm sorry, girl, I can not hear a child!" The girl listening, tears in his eyes, a long time, a long time, stand between the spring, like species under a certain belief.
Girl With spring girl's footsteps, feeling spring moisture, the clear cool, refreshing, listening to the rain fell on the roof of voice, "spotting", such as large beads beads down, immersed in soft heart rain, buried in the frozen ground that the seeds have germinated impulse, there is almost certain trend. Stream, flows slowly, it sounds like a child before his mother went to bed to the girl told the story of the Arabian Nights, crisp, mildly, each telling a story, it is a move to increase and sweet. Creek, flowing not only in the mountains, the girl is still an open mind rippling waves, put the cold thick black soil washed away, forming a brilliant lust Heart Lake. Oily water plants in the lake swagger, golden fish swimming happy, colorful flowers in front of a small lake nines dressing, and some simple flowers, like simple country girls flawless, noble splendor and some flowers, like Yang general grace gorgeous, beautiful fragrant flowers and some, like the very beginning of the Red Woman. Girl gentle stroking of these flowers, deep near the nose, she could hear the flowers in her smile, you can feel the aroma of the flowers will input into her tasteless Heart Lake, could see her enjoy the flowers do bloom Yan ......
Through the spring into early summer, that sunshine broken in one place, ringing, drunk mountains and plains of the flowers, the girl's heart projected on the lake, thrown sparkling, extremely bright. Sinking seeds sleeping for many years, and finally blossom and bud, toward that thin broken pieces of warm sunshine, charming in full bloom!
沉浸在黑色世界里的女孩，蜷縮著身體，雙手緊緊抱著雙腿，眼淚在她心底醞釀。冬季的雪飄飄灑灑，銀裝素裹的世界，分外妖嬈。黑色的凍土里，埋藏一粒種子，黑色的眼睛，黑色的皮膚，黑色的心靈。外面的世界，它看不到，這一夜，冬雪又下，女孩床前的窗 簾嚴(yán)嚴(yán)實(shí)實(shí)的覆蓋了每個(gè)角落，女孩仍然沉醉在悲傷中，不肯醒來。
房間每個(gè)角落，女孩都很熟悉，只是，她看到的只有黑暗。她的眼睛，是那樣的清澈，純凈，玻璃似的透明。雪下的聲音，女孩聽得到，只是那是死寂沉沉，比寒冷的風(fēng)霜更要寒冷的聲音。敏銳的聽覺，并沒有刺激到女孩悲沉的心。母親深夜為她蓋好被的聲音；父親將熱氣騰騰的牛奶放到她床前的聲音；她家的小貓爬到她被窩里的聲音。這些她習(xí)以為常的聲音，她感動(dòng)過，但只是如霎那的陽光傳遍她身體的每條神經(jīng)，一瞬間，又回到冷卻、僵硬的感覺。
春天，女孩依然不肯邁開步伐，去感受冰雪消融的快感，不肯打開封得嚴(yán)實(shí)的窗戶，去聆聽青草用力破土而出的沖勁，不肯飛奔到山野田間，聽溪水潺潺的奔騰，花開燦爛的微笑。其實(shí)，這些她都能聽見，只是她早已習(xí)慣了一個(gè)人流淚，一個(gè)人傷悲，一個(gè)人心酸的世界。接受不了這樣殘酷的現(xiàn)實(shí)，只能像驚恐的小獅子，面對(duì)弱肉強(qiáng)食的世界，在母獅的保護(hù)下繼續(xù)顫抖著雙腿，吮吸著母奶。
母親看在眼里，傷在心里。她不愿自己的女兒就這樣一輩子被黑暗所吞噬，于是便像母獅帶領(lǐng)那只心靈特別脆弱的小獅，開始了它捕捉世界的探險(xiǎn)旅程。
母親扶著女孩，慢慢的，走著，走著。春季的風(fēng)還有一絲一絲寒冷，女孩將手套取出，將指尖碰觸，那是一種從未有過的體驗(yàn)，那風(fēng)如豎琴彈奏的天籟之聲，聽著，耳朵會(huì)突然的舒張，手仿佛碰到豎琴的弦，這時(shí)，她的每根神經(jīng)似乎都穿透著風(fēng)的氣息，一直緊張凝固的神經(jīng)放松了許多，她不禁伸出雙手，十指慢慢的上下擺動(dòng)，漸漸，一種靈活的感覺從遙遠(yuǎn)的過去飛速奔回，一種熟悉的喜悅從心到手來回蕩漾，此時(shí)，她的雙手在輕緩的彈奏著風(fēng)做的豎琴，是那樣的動(dòng)聽，美妙，一種前進(jìn)的感覺促使她繼續(xù)感覺久違的愉悅。
春風(fēng)喚醒了沉睡的鳥兒，躲藏在樹中的它們迫不及待的想要與春風(fēng)合奏一曲《美麗的青天》。鳥兒聲聲唱，萬物切切長。那聲兒，真是動(dòng)聽悅耳，“啾，啾，啾啾啾”“嘀嗚，嘀嗚”，鳥兒的歌聲時(shí)大時(shí)小，時(shí)緩時(shí)快，節(jié)奏變化有度，此起彼伏，一絲絲躁動(dòng)，一絲絲春情，一絲絲希望，在這敏銳的歌聲中散發(fā)得淋漓盡致。女孩的心開始解凍，那些抑郁于心中的往事，隨風(fēng)隨著歌聲飄得遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)的，遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)的……
“姐姐，給你一個(gè)棗子！”一個(gè)甜甜的聲音在女孩耳邊響起，女孩聽著許久也沒有聽過的小孩的聲音，心里莫名的顫動(dòng)了一下。她想象著，這女孩一定像她小時(shí)候那樣，健康活躍可愛，于是，女孩接過棗子，嘗了一口，冬天的清甜好爽口棗子，現(xiàn)在曬成另一種像蜜糖一樣甜的棗子干了，女孩百感交集：冬天，原來也有這么好吃的東西，雖然我嘗不到生棗，可是我可以做棗子干呀，雖然它身形并不完美，可是它在春天能儲(chǔ)藏著，給人們另一種獨(dú)特的味道！“好吃!謝謝你，小妹妹!”“不用謝，不好意思，姑娘，我小孩聽不見!”女孩聽罷，淚水在眼眶里打轉(zhuǎn)，久久的，久久的，站于春風(fēng)之間，好似種下了某種信念。
女孩伴隨著春姑娘的腳步，感觸春雨的滋潤，清清涼涼，沁人心脾，聽著春雨滴落在屋檐上的聲音，“滴滴達(dá)達(dá)”，如大珠小珠落玉盤，心底的柔軟浸入雨中，那埋藏在凍土里的種子有發(fā)芽的沖動(dòng)，有呼之欲出的態(tài)勢(shì)。溪水，緩緩流動(dòng)，那聲音，如小時(shí)候母親在臨睡之前給女孩講的一千零一夜的故事，清脆，婉轉(zhuǎn)，每講一個(gè)故事，就增加一份感動(dòng)與甜蜜。小溪，不僅在山野中流淌，還在女孩心中蕩漾開一股巨浪，把那冰涼厚實(shí)的黑土沖走，形成一座春心爛漫的心湖。油油的水草在湖底招搖，金燦燦的小魚快活的游動(dòng)，五彩繽紛的花兒花枝招展的對(duì)著小湖梳妝打扮，有的花樸素，像純樸無暇的村姑，有的花兒高貴榮華，像楊貴妃一般雍容華麗，有的花兒秀麗芳香，似極了初出紅塵的女俠。女孩輕柔的撫摸著這些花朵，深深的將鼻靠近，她能聽見花兒在向她微笑，能感覺花兒將香氣輸進(jìn)她無味的心湖，能看見花兒為她盡情盡顏的綻放……
走過春天，進(jìn)入初夏，那明媚的陽光碎了一地，擲地有聲，醉了漫山遍野的花兒，投射在女孩的心湖，泛起粼粼波光，耀眼無比。那顆沉睡了許多年的種子，終于發(fā)芽開花，向著那細(xì)細(xì)碎碎的溫暖的陽光，嫵媚怒放!