光,如一粒尘埃,轻轻飘过夏末纯净的天空,不留一点痕迹。清浅的日子,偷得一处空闲,让自己在绿荫处静静停歇,任时光静静流去,却突然明白,这样已不可能。倚在夏末的清凉处,一直都想拥有一段静美的时光,看着随阳光慢慢移动而逐渐拉长消瘦的影子;看着在时光的缝隙里又残留下多少失落的惆怅;看着风吹叶落,缓缓地旋起心中的梦;听着雨打梧桐,声声悦耳,牵动着心绪,拨动心房。或许,这就是生活的简单;或许,这就是心灵的向往…… Light, such as a dust, gently across the pure sky in late summer, without leaving a trace. Qing days, stole a free, so quietly stop in the green shade at any time quietly go, but suddenly understand that this is impossible. Lean in the cool summer end, always want to have a period of quiet beauty, watching the slowly moving with the sun and gradually lean shadow; watching the slightest time left in the number of lost melancholy; watching the wind Blown leaves, slowly swoop the heart of the dream; listening to the rain Indus, melodious voice, affect the mood, toggle the atrium. Perhaps this is the simple life; perhaps, this is the longing for the soul ...