The Christmas in the impression is always so pleasant. The impression in December totally not cold winter, only the warmth of spring. The last of the primary school is open, open in the plum blossom should be open - christmas. It comes every day, no matter who you are, the table filled with cards will spread all across in confusion, filled with words of good wishes. Distance is color crayon painting, with the snow drifting profusely and disorderly, gave Christmas pure and innocent. After school, the students in the stalls to buy buy Ribbons and balloons, braving the large snowflakes decorated classrooms and through each section. The school lost the dignity of the past, instead of Christmas atmosphere of rich, and that returning to the quiet, elegant fragrance...... In the plum blossom season, everywhere there is no place of joy, the fierce competition in the normal day behind. Primary school flawless white Christmas, we work together in the classroom with ribbons flowers, to come to school partners will always be buried laughter. The smile is not fool laugh, this smile is not children's day smile, more than the overweening proud victory. Look at the cards on the desk of the companion and pile up like a mountain hand "Merry Christmas", not to mind taking the trouble of a home like warmth such as the influx of heart, it is even more warmth. The western flower festival in East Asia, estimated, not what kind of strike two! Christmas day in memory of the waves always gives a charming fragrance, is always so. Just over the snow of our battle, childish, to the abundance of Christmas delicacies add a delicious. Walking in the streets, thoughtfully "snow but the plum fragrance" in the sentence, stepping on the foot of snow melting will not cold, we bring in a taste of nature and history of the gift. The community Christmas tree stand tall, a riot of colours; the neon lights flashing constantly. Night fell, the city is covered with snow and the gorgeous color, the moon is also bleak. Enjoy this rare city of the Christmas day, my thoughts back to ancient times, the same is the snow in December...... Oh, you this Christmas, Western immigrants, have how much laughter in our new generation of young people? You are snow, Lamei when opened silently, silently. You are the wind, but the wind has exploded the festival of laughter. You are still a pure heart, the more and more bright in the increasingly dirty corner. You throw in the snow under the childish laughter, melting snow, melting hearts of debris. Her name is Christmas, she had some brilliant engraved in my heart. Remember her appearance, but remember her smile. In the past, elegant atmosphere of Christmas day, who will not be infected? Vaguely remember that laughter contending with open, contending with the fall. That Christmas, I can't find it now.
    印象中的圣誕節(jié)總是如此舒適怡人。印象中的12月全然沒有冬日的凜冽，只存在春天的溫暖。小學(xué)后一束梅花開放，開放在梅花應(yīng)當(dāng)開的節(jié)日——圣誕。 　　每到這天降臨，不論你是誰，桌上總會橫七豎八地?cái)[滿賀卡，寫滿祝福的語句。遠(yuǎn)方被色彩的蠟筆涂抹，配上紛紛揚(yáng)揚(yáng)的大雪，獻(xiàn)出圣誕節(jié)的純真無邪。放學(xué)后，同學(xué)們莫不在小攤買彩帶、買氣球，冒著鵝毛大雪點(diǎn)綴教室和走過的每處路段。學(xué)校喪失往日的尊嚴(yán)，取而代之的是圣誕節(jié)濃郁的氣氛，還有那久違了的安謐恬靜，優(yōu)雅芳香…… 　　在那梅花開的季節(jié)中，無處不存在歡樂，把平日里激烈的競爭甩在腦后。小學(xué)潔白無瑕的圣誕節(jié)，大家齊心協(xié)力，在教室里外插滿彩帶鮮花，前來上學(xué)的伙伴也總會被歡笑聲掩埋的。這笑不是愚人節(jié)的嘲笑，這笑不是兒童節(jié)的微笑，更不是勝利時惟我獨(dú)尊的驕傲。再看看課桌上堆積如山的賀卡和同伴不厭其煩的“圣誕快樂”，一種如家般的暖流涌入心窩，令人倍覺溫馨。這西方鮮花綻放的節(jié)日，估計(jì)傳進(jìn)東亞，也沒什么兩樣罷！ 　　圣誕節(jié)在記憶的波濤中總是彌撒著迷人的幽香，永遠(yuǎn)都是這樣。剛剛玩完雪仗的我們，稚氣十足，給圣誕節(jié)豐盛的佳肴再添一道美味。漫步街頭，沉吟著“雪卻輸梅一段香”的名句里，踩著腳下未肯融化的寒雪，我們在領(lǐng)略大自然和歷史帶來的禮物。社區(qū)內(nèi)圣誕樹巍然屹立，五彩繽紛；霓虹燈閃爍不斷。夜幕降臨，城市被雪和絢麗的色彩所籠罩，月光也黯淡了。欣賞這難得的圣誕日的京城，我的思緒仿佛重回遠(yuǎn)古，同樣是大雪紛飛的12月…… 　　哦，圣誕，你這西方的移民者，曾有多少歡笑寄托在我們新一代年輕人身上？你是雪，臘梅開的時候默默地來，默默地去。你是風(fēng)，無影無蹤卻引爆節(jié)日的笑聲。你還是純潔的心，在日益骯臟的角落越顯越亮。你在雪地里擲下童稚的笑，融化片片雪花，融化人們內(nèi)心深處的碎片。她的名字叫圣誕，她曾有的輝煌燦爛鐫刻在我心底。記住了她的模樣，更記住了她的微笑。在以往圣誕節(jié)幽雅的氣氛中，誰不會受感染呢？依稀記得那笑聲隨臘梅開，隨臘梅落。 　　那圣誕節(jié)的笑，現(xiàn)在我已經(jīng)找不到了。