Under. Days, or did not turn on. At this year to see one after another snowflake light spinning to children who must be the same as I have a small number of people. I would like to. Tricycle every day walking to the shops as soon as possible to send rice Guangdong men, because this light snow spin abuse, inter- like a young lad. Born in Southland, he rarely witnessed these white wizard. Thankful to say a few words of his voice, one foot after stepping on a tricycle squeak slipped out, ran I do not know how far a tune Abuse "snowflake Durian, North Xiao ... ..." singing, along off his tricycle, disappeared in the wind. Once again, I am sure: Not Only a poet would have the poetry. I would like to, perhaps, in all the emotion, the one with poetry. Have to get up early to make a living in the middle of the night, Belcher Micro-as I, such as Guangdong, "young man" and does not do the same. However, in 2009 the first snow, is a shy girl dance, she Smart beautiful children dancing in the dawn when Tiangang Halted. When I put the snow this morning by telephone to tell a friend, the friend said, Really? Ah sorry, I was also depend on the bed, but I would like to thank You, help me read this morning the snow ... ... I came back, said: Actually, I also want in bed, more like a holiday. But in my schedule, there is no holiday. Not However, when I huddled in a corner of burning stove, look at the first snow of the time, that moment, right when it is in the holiday, for my soul.