午后的阳光,透过百叶窗幔,暖暖地印在窗台上。细碎如花的光斑,是想挽留窗外的时间么?窗台上的盆栽孕育着四季的梦,长得满眼葱茏。站在初冬的梢头,将情丝羽化成彩蝶,旋舞于红尘之上。目光穿透过去的日子,有几许暖意,有几许怀念。回首找到飘零的枫叶,细数脉络的条纹,轻吟浅唱,发出岁月如歌的感叹。 Afternoon sun, through the blinds, warmly printed on the windowsill. Broken flowery spot, is to retain the window of the time Why it? The bonsai on the windowsill pregnant with the dream of the seasons, grow full of lush. Standing in the beginning of the winter’s head, the feelings of the emergence of Nabi Dan, dance dance on the Red above. Looking through the past days, how much warmth, how many miss. Looking back to find the floating maple leaf, the details of the veins stripe, Qingyinhaodiao, issued a song of lament.