When I was small, hooked on a variety of fairy tale, the dream, the winter snow gleams white. Outside the window, in a stove fire and leaping up, the air was filled with roast chicken aroma and hot chocolate mellow and sweet...... After growing up, be forced to leave one's hometown of studying abroad and after returning to the heavy work pressure, let oneself slowly faded from the memory of childhood on winter dreams. Until the last winter, the ski, I suddenly found all the winter dream.
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