躲藏着,躲藏着,雾霾还是来了,春天的脚步远了。一切都像要入睡的样子,昏昏然闭上了眼。山模糊起来了,水消退去了,太阳的脸看不见了。小草偷偷地从雾霾里钻出来,干干的,灰灰的。园子里,田野里,瞧去,一大片一大片的满是白雾。坐着,走着,打两个嗝,吸几口霾,堵几趟车,碰几回瓷。雾浓郁郁的,霾湿漉漉的。高楼、电杆、广告牌,你不让我,我不让你,都布满了霾赶趟儿。惨白的像贞子的脸。空气 Hiding, hiding, haze or come, the spring’s footsteps away. Everything looks like going to sleep, drowsily closed his eyes. The mountains are blurred, the water recedes, the sun’s face can not be seen. Grass secretly drilled from the haze, dry, gray-gray. Garden, the fields, look, a large area of ​​a large white fog. Sit, walk, hit two hiccups, suck a few haze, plug a few cars, touch a few porcelain. Rich fog, haze wet. High-rise, poles, billboards, you do not let me, I do not let you, are covered with haze rush times. Sad white face like Sadako. air