There was a day, I have no idea on which day was it, I was awakened from the dream, perhaps it was a hint given by the tremendously changing climate at the outside that it was the weather when sleeping was prohibited!
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How was the world before I fall asleep looks like? I remembered, that, leaves are green, roses are red, the sky is blue; the world was colourful, every object was exhibiting their own colour individually, desperately to be the object of appreciation. The rival amongst the colour was, still feeling giddy, even just recalling it.
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I pushed the window outward, found that the weather was unusually cold, the scattering depression was condensed into dew with the overwhelming chilliness, and therefore the sporadical joy was spared a room to release.
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Probably that was the reason for the sudden snowing in this space, the world presented to me has transformed into endless whiteness instantly, and the ongoing bustle was wiped out. The dizziness lingered in the memory residue was abandoned, thence I only courageous enough to put my step outside the window, the endless white land like a pair of open hands, offering a settlement for a colour refugee. The ‘freedom’ allowed me to explore the boundless white land freely as if expecting me to found something else from there.
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However, when I started to hesitate on where to put the next step, the sense of orientation within my body was immediately taken out, the surrounding was no longer welcoming my exploration at that moment, the sense of confusion was getting more distinct, compared with the broad whiteness of the white land. At the same time, two black spots vaguely appeared within my vision from far, they have attracted my attraction as what a black hole did.
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That was the first time I met the snowman.
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How do you get yourself to here? I asked.
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“Dear passer-by, winter has come, for the time being, a snowman is needed to look after the world, to see is there any lost person. I didn’t expect to meet you, especially right after I just report myself over here.”
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This was the first time I experienced winter.
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“Dear passer-by, winter is not suitable for human like you to walk freely as you wish as it is really freezing. You have been walking around in spring, summer and autumn, so better let the ‘loneliness’ enjoy their pace in winter!"
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Is the winter a particularly owned by the ‘loneliness’? I can see why I felt comfortable.
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“Look at your lifeless eyes, you must have been trapped in the emptiness of this endless white land for too long, I better escort you back to your place, I reckon you have lost your way.”
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Following his suggestion, I on my way to my place with accompany of the snowman. Two walking living objects on the broad white land was looking exceptionally vivid, and warm amid this silent atmosphere, the surrounding ‘loneliness’ keep asking us to get closer in agitating tone. My eyes involuntarily peeked at the snowman by my side, and unconsciously I hold his hand, this time the ‘loneliness’ were expressing their discomfort with rave.
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It was comfortable to hold that slim trunk, I could feel the continuous energy flowed within.
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What snowman impressed me the most was his profound eyes; I told him he could always see the deepest side of the human heart, and reveal the vulnerable hidden part from the abyss thoroughly.
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“I never heard of such allegation, you must be the only one who said so.”
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It made sense, like what mentioned in Newton’s third law: in every interaction, there is a pair of forces acting on the two interacting objects. The size of the forces on the first object equals the size of the force on the second object. The direction of the force on the first object is opposite to the direction of the force on the second object.
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“Sometimes your words are hard to comprehend, you see me, a whole body of pure snow, white, cold, melt once heated, it’s that simple.”
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“Look, your touch on my arm has caused part of my body melt, we have to get quicker.”
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In this cold season, every memory and time were temporarily sealed, so that the wonderful occurrences able to be preserved warmly- a tranquil snow land to be spilt with omnipresent euphoria.
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We have finally reached to the door of my room, after walking for uncountable steps and miles.
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The snowman threw me an unfathomable phrase upon his leaving,
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“Perhaps this was not the right time for winter.”
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After that you disappeared within my eyesight, the snow started to melt upon your leaving, the temporal stored memories and time were released immediately following the melting of snow, and two worlds started to collide with each other.
While the memories and time were discharged away by the warm current influx, the colour on the floor started to get sharp and visible, and the world began its chaotic order following the infinite timeline. The feeling of missing him was unmeasurable with time even though he just left not long ago, the pain aroused by that feeling keep perpetuating. I felt my growing hair has transformed into the pale hair.
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I used to think people get older one year at a time. But it's not like that. It happens overnight.
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The human does not need eternality if happiness is what we are seeking for; the returning of winter is the only thing I am hoping for.
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有天，不知道是哪一天，我從睡夢中醒來，想必是外面劇變的天氣在暗示我這是一個不允許睡覺的天氣。
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在我進入睡夢前外面的世界是怎麼樣的？我記得：葉子是綠的，玫瑰是紅的，天空是藍的；外面的世界是五彩斑斕的，各個物體各自展現自己的顏色，務必讓自己成為被欣賞的對象。顏色彼此之間的碰撞爭寵在我眼裡看起來，此刻想起來依然讓我感到暈眩無比。
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雙手把窗口打開，發覺天氣不尋常的冷，那股寒氣都把先前熱天零散的悶騷凝聚在露水中，好讓那散落無處、無處可歸的歡愉得到暫時舒緩的空間。
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也許這樣，這空間突然開始下起雪來，瞬間眼前的世界一片雪白，之前喧鬧的畫面都被抹掉。回憶裡迂迴殘留的暈眩都被拋到腦後，我這時才有勇氣往窗外踏前一步，雪白大地宛如一雙敞開的雙手，收留我這麼一個色彩的逃兵。 ‘自由’任由我在那無邊無際的雪白大地摸索，好讓我得以從中摸索出什麼端倪的。
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可是，當我開始遲疑下一步該怎麼走的時候，體內的方向感彷彿突然被抽離，周邊的環境此刻不再歡迎我繼續摸索，迷茫在雪白的大地更顯得特別顯赫。此時我在遠處彷彿看見兩個黑點，它像個黑洞把我的注意力牢牢的吸住。
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​那是我第一次遇見雪人。
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我問，怎麼你會出現在這裡？
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“路人，這世界已經進入冬天，這期間需要個雪人來掌管，看看有沒有走失的人。沒想到我才剛報到不久，就讓我遇到你。”
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我還是第一次遇到冬天呢。
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“路人，冬天這麼冷，是不適合你們人類出來任意走動的。你們平時春夏秋天都在外走動，冬天就讓‘寂寞’走動得自在些吧!”
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難道冬天是‘寂寞’專有的季節？難怪我那麼自在。

“看你眼神呆滯，我看你是被這雪白的虛無籠罩太久了，我還是帶你回去吧，想必你也是迷路了。”
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就這樣我就隨著雪人一起回去。兩個生命體在白茫茫的雪地上行走顯得特別生動，在寂靜的氛圍下顯得特別溫暖，周圍的‘寂寞’一直鼓動：再靠近一點！我的眼睛不時不由自主的往身邊的雪人偷窺一眼，接著我的手不知覺的握住他的手，這時‘寂寞’卻在紛紛叫嚷表達它們的不安。
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那纖細的枝幹握起來感覺很舒服，也可以感覺生命源源不絕的脈動在裡面游動。
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​雪人最讓我印象深刻的，是那一雙深邃的眼睛；我說你總能看到人的內心深處，能夠徹徹底底的把人心裡窩藏的那軟弱的一塊給掏出來。
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​“我反而沒有聽過這樣的說法，應該只有你才會這麼說。”
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​這說的過去啊，就好像牛頓第三定律：當兩個物體相互作用時，彼此施加於對方的力，其大小相等、方向相反。
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​“你說話那還真的有時候讓人難懂，你看我隻身純粹的雪，白色，冷的，遇熱即溶，就那麼簡單。”
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“你看我身上的雪被你握了我的手一下就溶了一塊，我們得加快腳步。”
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​這冰冷的季節，將一切在雪地一起行走的回憶時間暫時封鎖，好讓一切美好的人事物可以獲得溫存- 讓一片寧靜的雪地彌散著無處不在的歡愉氛圍。
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不知走了多久多遠，終於抵達我的房間。
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臨別之際，雪人說了一句讓我想不透的話。
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“這個冬天也許來得不是時候。”
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過後你便消失在我眼前，隨後雪地隨著你的離去而逐漸溶解，那份暫存在內的回憶時間瞬間隨之釋放出來，兩個世界因此互相撞擊起來。
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那份回憶時間被湧入的暖流排遣過後，地上的顏色漸漸的鮮明起來，世界開始沿著延綿不絕的時間軸騷動起來。即使雪人離開不久，那份對他的思念卻無法用時間來衡量，痛苦因思念而持續不散，我感覺頭上滋長的頭髮也已變為蒼發。
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​我一直以為人是慢慢變老的，其實不是，人是一瞬間變老的。
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​人若要幸福，那需要什麼天長地久。我只期許冬天再臨，因為我相信那時才是冬天該來的時候。