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屋顶的炊烟渐渐钻出了温暖的烟囱,如一层轻纱,给害羞的天空蒙上一层面纱。天空又像个偷喝了酒的小娃娃,脸蛋由淡红变为绯红,又由绯红变为深红了。尽管有一层面纱,却仍挡不住太阳似火的热情。那“火苗”时常钻出来,又缩回去,反反复复,永无休止。终于,太阳变得睡眼蒙眬,抵挡不住睡眠的诱惑,又回到大山妈妈的怀抱了。此时,天空披上了薄如蝉翼的金纱,如一件睡衣,拥住了天空。终于,天色暗了下来。
The roof of the smoke gradually drilled a warm chimney, such as a layer of veil, put a veil on the shy sky. The sky is like a steal drunk little doll, face from pink to crimson, but also crimson into crimson. Despite a layer of veil, it still can not stop the passion of the sun. That “flames” often drilled, and retracted back and forth, repeatedly, never ending. Finally, the sun became sleepy, unable to withstand the temptation to sleep, and returned to the embrace of Mother Hill. At this time, the sky was covered with thin as onion skin gold, such as a pajamas, hugged the sky. Finally, the sky is dark.