I do not know why, every Christmas will make me feel a sense of sadness.
Another year of Christmas.
Even in the Northwest such a lonely town, clip wrapped Christmas flavor of wind or unannounced. Christmas street neon flashing lifted early, large and small gifts and cards covered with branches, Santa Claus in the window across the thick glass smiling waving passers. Everything seems to have a great taste, but less of a swirl of snow.
Christmas Eve night, I came home from school one. Passing a new dress shop, warm and bright, like a fairy story as sweet and dreamy, but I felt a distinct chill of cold, may be cold because of it, I do not consciously tightened the scarf around his neck, continue to move forward. Went to a corner, I thought I saw a familiar picture. That was The Little Match Girl curled up in the corner to ignite faint candlelight, I even saw a candlelight stove, knife and fork stuck in the back of a big delicious roast duck, and smiling kindly grandmother. Then gradually extinguished the fire, leaving the thin little girl shivering and crying in the cold, and in the corner not far from the joy of Christmas songs.
Not every Christmas is dazzling, and been forgotten corner of Christmas, those in the cold wind drag light of hope.
My eyes moist, I suddenly felt that the song is very far away. Then I was patted corner of the screen is gone, I know that this is fantasy. A little girl, "Sister, there is an apple?" Nice voice clarity of a pair of eyes issued. I looked at her, blushed a little uncomfortable again. Oops, apple while stocks. I was about to open was stopped, "my sister, Merry Christmas." Girl from behind is offering a big red apple, smiling bloom. I froze, just tears not yet dispersed, and a layer of fog off. I took the apple and said thank you, the girl said, bluntly, a five dollars, not expensive. I Zhengzhu, holding hands with cold froze apples, stinging. I bought apples, walking and eating, but coming down the wind, it is not sweet. I know, the original blessing may not be true, whitewash smile perhaps lie hidden behind the edge.
I think of a child"s Christmas, a few weeks ahead of time to start doing card on pretty stationery to write full blessing neat, carefully, there is a small pride. Swap holiday time to come, see who the characters look good, who wrote more than a blessing. I always keep a card every year, and now they are guarding our story quietly lying in the drawer, telling silence. Unfortunately, that age is no longer, no longer the kind of Christmas.
Ruomingruoan street lights, corner Christmas was asleep. This quiet night, only one person tears in his eyes.
不知道为什么，每逢圣诞节都会让我感到一种莫名的悲伤。
又是一年的圣诞节。
即使是在西北这样一个落寞的小城，夹裹着圣诞气息的风还是悄然而至。街上的圣诞树早早的昂起霓虹的闪烁，大大小小的礼物和卡片爬满了枝头，橱窗里的圣诞老人隔着厚厚的玻璃微笑着向路人招手。似乎一切都很有味道，只是少了一场纷纷扬扬的大雪。
平安夜的晚上，我一个人放学回家。路过的小店装扮一新，温暖明亮，像童话的故事一样甜美而梦幻，可我分明感到一股瑟瑟的凉，可能是天气冷的缘故吧，我不自觉地拉紧了脖子上的围巾，继续往前走。走到一个拐角，我仿佛看见一个熟悉的画面。那是卖火柴的小女孩蜷在墙角点燃的微弱的烛光，我甚至看到了烛光里的火炉，背上插着刀叉的喷香的大烤鸭，以及微笑着的慈祥的奶奶。然后火光渐渐熄灭了，留下单薄的小女孩在寒风中颤抖和哭泣，而在墙角的不远处传来欢乐的圣诞的歌声。
不是每一个圣诞节都光彩夺目，还有那些被人们遗忘了的墙角的圣诞节，凄冷的寒风中曳着希望的光。
我的眼睛湿润了，突然觉得那歌声很遥远。然后我被人拍了一下，墙角的画面消失了，我才知道是幻境。是个小女孩，“姐姐，有苹果吗?”一双澄澈的眼睛发出的好听的声音。我看着她，脸红了，有点局促不安起来。糟糕，苹果都送完了。我刚想开口却被打住，“姐姐，圣诞快乐。”女孩儿从背后捧出一个红又大的苹果，笑开了花。我愣了，刚才的泪光还未散去，又一层雾气弥漫开来。我接过苹果说谢谢，女孩儿却说，不客气，五块钱一个，不贵的。我怔住了，捧着苹果的手冻得僵住了，生疼。我还是买下了苹果，边走边吃，可是灌进了风，一点也不甜。我才知道，原来祝福也许不是真心，粉饰的微笑背后藏的或许是谎言的锋芒。
我想起小时候的圣诞节，提前几个星期就开始做卡片，在漂亮的信纸上工整地写下满满的祝福，小心翼翼的，还有点小骄傲。节日的时候互换过来，比比看谁的字好看，谁写的祝福多。每年的卡片我总是留着，到现在，它们守护着我们的故事安静地躺在抽屉里，沉默的诉说。只可惜，那样的年纪不再，那样的圣诞节也不再了。
街头的彩灯若明若暗，墙角的圣诞节却睡着了。这样宁静的夜里，只有我一个人泪光闪烁。
