大众网记者 马小双 临沂报道

　　First Snow

　　I wonder maybe you think the same as me. On a morning of winter, the snowflakes fall down, and the whole world turns to be white.

　　We recite Liu Zongyuan’s poem: Fishing in Snow. From hill to hill no bird in flight; From path to path no man in sight. A lonely fisherman afloat, Is fishing snow in lonely boat. We recite the poem: Snow—to the tune of Qin Yuan Chun. See what the northern countries show: Hundreds of leagues ice-bound go; Thousands of leagues flies snow. How magnificent it would be!

　　Because of expectation, so far I still remember the northern scenery in Snow—to the tune of Qin Yuan Chun. I wish in the near future, when I open the window one morning, the whole world is in this picture: As if the vernal breeze had come back overnight. Adorning thousands of pear trees with blossoms white. , I hope on that day we can recite the poems in the snow.

　　我想你大概也会和我想的一样，

　　冬季的一个清晨，

　　飘飘洒洒下上一场大雪，

　　整个世界银装素裹。

　　因为期盼，

　　至此我依旧对《沁园春-雪》的北国风光，

　　念念不忘。

　　我希望在不远的时日，

　　有一天清晨我打开窗，

　　这个世界如此情景：

　　忽如一夜春风来，

　　千树万树梨花开。

　　那天，

　　我希望我们能在雪中吟诵雪的诗词。

　　我们在雪中吟诵柳宗元的《江雪》，

　　千山鸟飞绝，

　　万径人踪灭，

　　孤舟蓑笠翁，

　　独钓寒江雪。

　　我们吟诵《沁园春-雪》，

　　北国风光，

　　千里冰封，

　　万里雪飘。

　　那将是如何的豪迈！