like something is being eagerly spoken

She left the room a man, she approached the window, stood looking at the street. Cold and dark outside the window. Sky, windy, blowing from the snow on top of sleeping huts to hit the glass, like something is being eagerly spoken, and then fell to the ground, rolled up balls dry Bai Xueshun the street straight roll.
"Jesus Christ, have pity on us!" Whispered the mother whispered.
Heart fields, tears in boiling, for his son as calmly, confidently say unfortunate expectations, feel like moths in general, the blind, the poor in there quiver. In her eyes, there has been a flat wilderness of snow. Snow white powder mixed with the wind, issued biting and shrill cries, bolted forward, back and forth with channeling Teng. In Yukino, only a young black girl small figure, drag drag a camel in that move. Cold trip wrapped around her feet, blew up her skirt, cold stinging snow, have thrown in her face. Very difficult road, her feet stuck in the snow, and cold and terrible.Her body slightly forward - just above a dark wilderness is the name of autumn grass blowing violently. She's right, above the swamp, forest such as black wall, like standing there, bare slender birch and poplar desolate swinging. In the distant front, a loss to the city lights flash dancing.
"God, ah! Pity on her!" As the mother of terror trembling a little, quietly to himself to himself.