昨夜的露水,缓缓凝结,变成一点小小的水滴。水滴落下,打在梧桐叶上,和叶子一起翩跹着,阳光折射出晶莹的色彩,像梦一样。“你练这玩意儿有什么用?以后又不靠这吃饭!”父亲的这一句咆哮久久地在他耳边回响。他颓丧地走在路边,脑子里空空的,似乎想逃避这个问题,但依然不自觉地看向手里的剑。看到阳光下剑身反射出的耀眼的光彩,直灼进心里,炙 The dew last night, slowly condensed into a little bit of water droplets. Falling water drops, playing in the Indus leaves, and the leaves fluttering together, the sun reflects the crystal color, like a dream. “You use this stuff what is the use» Do not rely on this after dinner! ”" This father roar long in his ears rang. He walked decadently by the side of the road, empty in his mind, as if trying to evade the problem, but still unconsciously looked at the sword in his hand. See the dazzling reflection of the sun under the blade of glory, straight into the heart, Sunburn