序言许久以来，已习惯在心口加一道密封，把苦痛锁住。只让快乐去漫流，只让微笑去感染，只让温馨去散布，何必让痛苦去泛滥！这已是习惯。密封，虽闻不出是悲是哀，心底留有多少发酵的酸，自己仍然清楚。于是散一个长长的步，让苦汁慢慢漏尽。——（台湾）简嫃《春之积雪》。念此，不觉已泪流满面。bgsoundsrc="http://59.42.210.182:8880/manage/news/data/1170528972195.mp3"loop="-1"IMGsrc=http://photo.staticsdo.com/a1/270/59/163/41457-1138637822-8.jpgwidth=300height=500IMGsrc=http://photo.staticsdo.com/a1/142/442/262/41462-1138637822-8.jpgwidth=300height=500IMGsrc=http://photo.staticsdo.com/a1/270/48/160/41463-1138637822-8.jpgwidth=300height=500IMGsrc=http://photo.staticsdo.com/a1/50/191/111/41459-1138637822-8.jpgwidth=300height=500IMGsrc=http://photo.staticsdo.com/a1/398/325/68/41455-1138637822-8.jpgwidth=300height=500IMGsrc=http://photo.staticsdo.com/a1/206/127/31/41456-1138637822-8.jpgwidth=300height=500