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天台。我望着外面陌生的世界,迷茫着,故乡最熟悉的晴朗和纯净,去哪儿了?儿时,我在外婆家度过了我美好的童年时光,那些日子是软的,是暖的。清晨,一切醒在鸟声里。推开门,就与清风撞了个满怀。初醒的鸟儿在新叶间盘旋,崭新的阳光悄悄把树梢点亮,懒懒地在枝头小憩。露珠在草叶上滚动、聚集,压弯了草叶,忽然失足坠地,摔开万道金光。翻上屋顶,闭上眼,我静静地享受这阳光洒在眼皮上的温暖和风拂过手臂的柔和,用力呼吸空气中湿漉漉的味道,那是大自然恩赐的来自土地深处的
Rooftop. I looked outside the strange world, confused, hometown is most familiar with the clear and pure, where to go? In childhood, I spent my grandma’s beautiful childhood, those days are soft, is warm. In the morning, everything awakens in the bird’s voice. Open the door, hit a breeze with the breeze. Wake up birds hovering between the new leaves, the new sun quietly treetops light, lazy rest in the branches. Dew on the blades of grass rolling, gathering, bending the grass leaves, suddenly lost ground to fall, throwing 10,000 gold. Turned to the roof, eyes closed, I quietly enjoy the warmth of the sun on the eyelids breeze blowing arm soft, hard breathing the wet smell of the air, it is the gift of nature from the depths of the land