每年冬天，学都会悄无声息的来到人间，把她的纯洁奉献给大地。
Every winter， learning will quietly come to the world and dedicate her purity to the earth。
雪纷纷扬扬的从天空飘落下来，我站在大地上，静静的看着整个世界变成洁白，一个人立在雪中，仿佛整个世界都那么安详。
Snow is falling from the sky， I stand on the ground， watching the whole world turn white， standing alone in the snow， as if the whole world is so peaceful。
看到世界一点一点的变化着，我“冰冷的心”也有了一点温度。雪，她使我不再看到阴暗的世界；不再看到大地已经被污染的面孔；不再看到为了利益而争夺的世间。展现在我面前的是她的“完美”，她将世人阴险的笑容掩盖。
Seeing the world changing little by little， my "cold heart" also has a little temperature。 Snow， she made me no longer see the dark world； no longer see the face of the earth has been polluted； no longer see the world for profit。 In front of me is her "perfect"， she will cover up the world's insidious smile。
我伸出手，雪飘落到我手上，顷刻，便化为了水，但是我仍能感受到她的温柔与善良，虽然她不具备人所具备的温度，但她拥有世人所没有的高尚品质。
I held out my hand and the snow fell on my hand。 In an instant， it turned into water。 But I can still feel her gentleness and kindness。 Although she does not have the temperature that people have， she has the noble quality that the world does not have。
尽管身体已经冻得麻木，但我仍不想离去。因为只有在她的怀抱下，才能看到蔚蓝的天空；才能呼吸到新鲜的空气；才能远离世人。
Although my body is numb with cold， I still don't want to leave。 Because only in her arms can we see the blue sky， breathe the fresh air and stay away from the world。
渐渐地，雪停了，独自感受着雪的洁白与高雅，她所具有的那种气质，是任何人都侵犯不了的。因为那些庸俗的世人，没有资格去接近她。
Gradually， the snow stopped， feeling the pure white and elegance of snow alone， her temperament is inviolable to anyone。 Because those vulgar people have no right to approach her。
我在雪地上来回的走，任凭脚印有多深，我的双脚已经失去了知觉，不知道它还能为我撑多长时间。身上已经堆满了雪，我仍然毫无顾忌的走着，没有将它们掸落下来，因为我喜欢她们，也知道她们喜欢我。用手在地上触摸着雪，感觉到稍微有点疼痛，低头一看，看到有红色的液体渗透雪流了出来，我才意识到：前几天皴裂的手伤口又裂开了。我仍然不管他们，做着我喜欢做的事情，洁白的雪上有了我的印记。
I walk back and forth in the snow， regardless of the depth of the footprints， my feet have lost consciousness， I don't know how long it can support me。 I still walk with no scruples and don't brush them down because I like them and know they like me。 Touch the snow on the ground with your hand， feel a little pain， look down， see a red liquid permeate the snow and flow out， I just realized： the chapped hand wound opened again the other day。 I still don't care about them。 I do what I like。 The white snow has my mark。
最后被强行拉进了屋子里，我什么也没说，只是呆呆的坐在窗户前，看着窗外我留给天使的纪念，幻想着人类世界什么时候也可以拥有雪一样的高雅、雪一样的品质。顿时感觉的身体里的血液沸腾起来。冬天来了。春天也近了吧。
Finally， I was forced into the room。 I didn't say anything。 I just sat in front of the window and looked at the memorial I left to the angel。 I imagined when the human world could have the same elegance and quality as snow。 The blood in the feeling body immediately boils。 Winter is coming。 Spring is near， too。
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