那一抹冬阳,轻轻抚熟心灵的肌理,种下希望;那一陇葱绿,让生机脉络清晰地潜入身体,我于是重新拾起了生活的恬淡与生命的清香。冬天踩着秋的余韵赶过来,雾霾这个词和它灰蒙蒙的影子,便常在我们身旁缠绕。它来时像《西游记》里描写的魔鬼施魔法一样,云郁郁,雾腾腾。天空仿佛得了抑郁症,压抑、憋闷、扭曲,寒冷而潮湿。真是烦透了这样的季节!相比之下,罕见的冬阳就更显温暖而难得了。如是般的季节,格外显得凝重、深沉,又略带 That touch of winter sun, gently recalled cooked texture, planted hope; that greenery, so vivid veins clearly sneaked into the body, so I picked up the tranquil life and the fragrance of life. Winter ride on the autumn charm rushed over, the word haze and its gray shadow, often around us. It comes as the Devil spells portrayed in The Journey to the West, cloudless and foggy. The sky seemed depressed, depressed, oppressed, twisted, cold and damp. Really tired of such a season! In contrast, the rare winter sun is even more warm and rare. As the season is particularly dignified, deep, but also slightly