河流在清冷的晨光中,像一截蓝色的烟雾。昨夜归来的鸟,迎着霞光起舞鸣叫,那些羽翅拍打的声音,听起来,竟如日光一样明亮而温暖。这是异乡的清晨,因为陌生和淡淡的疏离,目及的一切都显得清晰而深刻。野花和远去的鸟群,树木和移动的云影、房屋、细细的炊烟,都落寞地美丽着。甚至那些隐在窗 The river is like a blue smoke in the cool morning light. Birds returning last night greet the rays of the rays of the sea, and the sound of flapping wings sounds as bright and warm as the sunlight. This is a strange morning, because of alienation and a touch of alienation, head and everything seems clear and profound. Wildflowers and far away flocks of birds, trees and moving clouds, houses, thin smoke, are beautiful lonely. Even those hidden in the window