近来常常看蓝蓝的天,诸如碧空如洗万里无云天高云淡一类的词通通冒出来,却无一合意。天空那么悠远清澈,无边无际,寂静如水。空气依然冷冽,阳光依然灿烂。看枯瘦的枝条在天际勾勒碳色的身影,听晨起的小鸟炫耀欢快的歌喉,踩在操场绵软的跑道上,仿佛忽然跌入时光隧道,不知今夕何夕了。怀念,六月毕业的那群孩子。 Recently, I often look at blue sky, such as clear sky, cloudless high sky, a class of words emerge, but no one wants. So distant sky clear, boundless, still water. The air is still cold, the sun is still bright. See the skinny branches in the sky outline the color of the carbon figure, to listen to early morning show off the joy of the bird singing, walking in the playground soft runway, as if suddenly fell into time tunnel, I do not know what eve evening. Miss, the group of children who graduated in June.