我愿把窗看作画框,因为它网着无尽的自然和人文之美。只可惜,它从不能固定什么:在秋日彷徨的尽头,无可奈何地下了雪;在春天姹紫嫣红之后,又不知不觉地谢了花。就是这样,一年四季,分秒时刻,都慷慨大方地画着最瑰丽的图画,却又那么吝啬地马上收回,不肯再让你多看一眼。那短暂的美 I would like to regard the window as a picture frame because it is endowed with endless natural and humanistic beauty. Unfortunately, it can never be fixed: At the end of the autumn days, there was no way to let the snow fall; after the colorful spring, the flowers were unknowingly thanked. This is the case. Every year and every second of the year, the most magnificent pictures are generously and generously painted, but they are so swiftly taken back immediately that they will not be given a second look. That short-term beauty