藤萝的花骨朵掩映在翠藤中,趁着清早的露珠热烈地盛放;已放的骨朵儿丛丛叠叠,挨挨挤挤在一起,毫不羞涩地张扬着。清清亮亮的笑脸,迎来一天的鲜亮辰光。时光的流淌在清早的微微凉意里诉说着欢乐。年少的我松散着头发,摇晃着蓬松的脑袋,坐在院中的竹椅里,一遍遍地梳理清洗过的长 Fujieda flower buds nestled in the cedar vine, taking advantage of early morning dew in full bloom; have put the bony child clumps, suffer crowded squeezed together, without shy publicity. Clear bright smile, usher in the bright day of the light. The flow of time in the early morning of the coolness complain of joy. I am young and loose loose hair, shaking the fluffy head, sitting in the courtyard of the bamboo chair, combed over and over again the long