天空少了湛蓝,乌云盘踞。我翻着浅蓝色的书,一任凄凉的感觉占据自己的心,却明知对自己的怜悯没有理由——我怕像街边的那盏黄黄旧旧的灯一样,忧伤地把自己的身影投在无人止步的马路上。我喜欢一个人欣赏秋天。秋天的细雨在天空缠绵。我喜欢一个人独自坐在教室的窗前,闭上眼晴,心里也像窗外的世界——下起了秋雨……哦,我明白了,我不羡慕云朵,它毕竟也不能与天空常相厮守,它忧伤的泪水只能证明它自己的那份孤单与无奈。于是,我更欣赏雨后的天空。 Less blue sky, dark clouds entrenched. I turned over the light blue book, I feel desolate to occupy my heart, but knowing that there is no reason for their own mercy - I am afraid of the street like the yellow old lamp, sadly put his figure Drop on the no-stop road. I like to enjoy autumn alone. Autumn rain lingering in the sky. I like to sit alone in front of the classroom window, close my eyes, my heart is like a window outside the world - autumn rain ... ... Oh, I see, I do not envy the clouds, it can not, after all, and the sky often phase Staying together, it sad tears can only prove its share of loneliness and helplessness. So, I appreciate the sky after the rain.