在教堂的一扇窗下,长满绿草的坟堆上,坐着个小女孩。她仰着头,望着天空,唱着歌儿,一只小手指着一朵飘浮在她头上的金色羽毛般的小彩云。突然间,阳光显得格外灿烂,照在她光泽的头发上,给她涂上一层金属似的光彩,很难说出它究竟是什么颜色,是深褐色,还是黑色。她是那么全神贯注地望着彩云,她那奇妙的歌声,或者说是喃喃自语,似乎是对着那彩云而发的,因而她没有注意到我站起身来朝她走去。在她上空高高的蓝天里,一只展翅飞向那朵轻盈透明的彩云的云雀也 Under a window in the church, a little girl was sitting on a grave with green grass. She looked up, looked at the sky, sang a song, a little finger on a golden feather-like little cloud floating on her head. Suddenly, the sun seemed extraordinarily bright. She shined on her shiny hair and gave her a layer of metallic luster. It was hard to tell what color it was, dark brown or black. She looked so engrossedly at Caiyun that her wonderful song, or muttering to herself, appeared to be against the cloud, and she did not notice that I stood up and walked towards her. In the sky above her high sky, a lark flying to the light and transparent cloud