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Listening to old songs, making a cup of coffee, sitting at the table ,enjoying its taste ,a little sweet , a little bitter, looking quietly at falling snow out of the window, I casually recollect a scene. That was also a night wiht snow, outside the window , a pair of lover sat on the bench under the streetlight, sometimes laughing, sometimes hugging each other. The girl waved the snow from time to time and then grabbed a snow ball to throw at the boy, at that ,they played and danced with the snow as if the world was only full of girl's laugh. Every time that I see the scene like this, I just feel that snow is so warm , light is so gentle. How wonderful being young is.
