蓝天白云,这些对我们祖先而言习以为常的景象,在如今空气污染的阴霾下逐渐变得稀罕。然而,在这个夏天,当风到来时,我却不经意间看到了神奇的景象。那天,我独自站在后山,遥望远方的人群,那是我的一些同学正在兴奋地玩着“撕名牌”游戏。灰白色的天空笼罩着不为人知的躁动,山林里却寂静无声。 The blue sky and white clouds, which are commonplace to our ancestors, have become increasingly rare under the shadow of air pollution. However, this summer, when the wind arrived, I inadvertently saw a magical sight. That day, I stood alone in the mountains, the distant people looked afar, that is, some of my classmates are excited to play “tearing name card ” game. The gray sky shrouded in the unknown restlessness, the mountains but still silent.