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窗橼上的风铃悠悠鸣响,海边吹来夹着雨丝的晨风,清新到发甜。这散发着清甜的晨风,每天早上穿堂而过,把我唤醒。眼下我依在客厅躺椅上,俯瞰着下面灯光剔透平静如蓝色玛瑙的泳池,旁边几株静到和池水同样凝固了的棕榈,以及远处那片广袤的,被刚刚开始涨潮的一浪一浪懒散的水波拍打着的白沙滩。太阳还没有从小山后面升起来,月亮被晨曦印染到刚刚变成淡蓝色的天幕上,好像一小片儿椭圆形银纸。生活还没有醒来,还要再过几十分钟,女儿卧室的灯光
Wind chimes on the window of the moon ringing, the wind blowing the morning breeze clinging to the sea, fresh to sweet. It exudes a sweet morning breeze, dressed up every morning, wake me up. Now I am in the living room lounge chair, overlooking the following light tranquil scene such as a blue agate swimming pool, next to a few still calm and pool water solidified palm, and that piece of the distance that has just started a wave of waves Wave of lazy waves of white beach flapping. The sun has not risen from behind the hill, the moon was dawn printing and dyeing has just turned pale blue sky, like a small piece of oval silver paper. Life has not awake, but also tens of minutes later, the lights of his daughter’s bedroom