清晨,推开窗,柔和的阳光细腻清凉,小小的书桌上,跳跃着细细碎碎的阳光。我的思绪轻舞飞扬,心事也随之静静流淌……东方的地平线上,初升的太阳露出了第一缕亮光,它摇晃着,震颤着冲破了厚实的云层,照进了山里孩子的眼眸。雾霭中的山峦在那一刻清晰起来,迷茫中的孩子在那一瞬微笑起来——黝黑的脸庞映着金色的阳光,一个好看的弧度从嘴角飞旋而出,澄澈的 In the morning, open the window, the soft sunlight is cool and cool, and on the little desk, it is shattered with finely divided sunlight. My thoughts danced lightly, and my mind flowed quietly.... On the horizon of the East, the rising sun exposed the first light, and it shook and thundered through the thick clouds, shining into the children of the mountains. Eyes. The haze in the haze became clear at that moment, and the confused child smiled at that moment—the dark face reflected the golden sun, and a beautiful arc spurted out from the corner of the mouth, clear and clear.