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雨声渐渐的住了,窗帘后隐隐的透进清光来。推开窗户一看,呀!凉云散了,树叶上的残滴,映着月儿,好似萤光千点,闪闪烁烁的动着。真没想到苦雨孤灯之后,会有这么一幅清美的图画! 凭窗站了一会儿,微微的觉得凉意侵人。转过身来,忽然眼花缭乱,屋子里的别的东西,都隐在光云里;一片幽辉,只浸着墙上画中的安琪儿。这白衣的安琪儿,抱着花儿,扬着翅儿,向着我微微的笑。“这笑容仿佛在哪儿看见过似的,什么时候,我曾……”我不知不觉的便坐在窗口下想,默默的想。严闭的心幕,慢慢的拉开了,涌出五年前的一个印象。一条很长的古道。
Gradually, the sound of the rain dwelled, and the curtains veiled in clear light. When you open the window and see, Yeah, the clouds are scattered, and the leaves on the leaves reflect the month’s children. They are like a thousand points of fire. I really did not expect a sorrowful rain, there will be such a beautiful picture! With the window for a while, slightly feel cool invasion. Turning around, suddenly dazzled, everything else in the room was hidden in the cloud of light; a glorious, only dipping Angel in the wall painting. The angel in white, holding the flowers and raising his wings, smiled at me slightly. “This smile seems to have seen where it was, when I had ...” I unconsciously sat down under the window, thinking silently. The closed curtain of the heart was slowly opened and an impression five years ago was poured out. A long ancient road.