我期待的不是雪,而是有你的冬天

我期待的不是雪,而是有你的冬天

Published on Feb 6
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<p>我期待的不是雪,而是有你的冬天</p><br><p><br></p><br><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">中英文稿:孟叔 &amp; DeepSeek</span></p><br><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">剪辑、主播:孟飞Phoenix</span></p><br><p><span style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">▽</span></p><br><p><br></p><br><p>The first snowflakes always arrive like unfinished letters—pale ink dissolving midair, their promises melting before touching the ground. I gaze at them through the fogged glass, tracing those crystalline patterns that bloom and fade, like the lingering traces of your laughter in this room.</p><br><p><span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);">初雪总是像未写完的信一样降临——淡墨在空中消散,那些淡淡的承诺还未落地便已消散。我透过起雾的玻璃注视着它们,描绘出那些绽放又消逝的水晶图案,就像你的笑声在这房间里留下的记忆。</span></p><br><p><br></p><br><p>They&nbsp;say that winter is a season of absence, where the earth sinks into a monotonous&nbsp;gray. But I have learned to feel the cold in different ways. It is not the bone-chilling wind that cuts through, but the pair of gloves that shou...