有些人,有些事,有些景就像晴空,即使在淫雨霏霏的日子里,也恒常浮于我们心头。喜欢天际,纯净的苍蓝色洗清我的忧郁;喜欢新芽,翠亮的青绿色拂尽我的脆弱;凝望苍穹,一朵朵云悄然移动。窃喜没有人发现它们的小动作,白白胖胖的耍着自以为是的小聪明。就这般活动着,自由并温暖,在这乍暖还寒之时,我的脚丫子不免在运动鞋里减起了肥。我是个怕冷的人,却 Some people, some things, some scenes like the sky, even in the days of falling in love, but also always floating in our hearts. Like the sky, pure blue Cangqing my melancholy; like sprouts, green light of the turquoise whisk my fragile; staring at the sky, blinking clouds quietly moving. Taixi no one found their little tricks, foolish white self-righteous cleverness. So active, free and warm, when it turns warm again, my feet inevitably lose weight in the shoes. I am a cold person, yet