雪花，                                                                  

落在西北的大漠里，                                                                  

睡去。                                                                 

它的存在，                                                               

   只有雪地的鸟，                                                              

    懂得。                                                                

   雪，                                                                  

 是纯真心灵的一种呼唤。                                                               

    下雪了！                                                                   

  惊喜的呐喊，                                                                   

  被冰冷的世界封锁。                                                              

    赏雪的双眸，                                                                   

散出的光辉，                                                                  

被世俗的尘埃遮挡。                                                               

  纯净，                                                                  

属于雪，                                                               

  但不属于雪中的脚印，                                                              

    也不属于冬天的西北。                                                               

         雪的存在，                                                                        

只有雪地上的鸟，                                                                     

   惦记。                                                                      

期待，                                                                   

   这个冬天，                                                                       

有人同我一起赏雪。