八月,炽热的太阳如火如荼地炙烤着大地,空气中弥漫着小米粒似的桂花那甜甜的幽香。在这样充满灵动和改革的日子里,身边的每一种颜色似乎都会在眨眼间变来变去,或多或少让人有一种不确定的感慨。只有一种颜色是永远宁静和安详的,它默默地立在那里,无处不在,我们只在不经意间才会 August, the hot sun in full swing roasted the earth, the air filled with millet-like sweet-scented osmanthus fragrant. In such a smart and reform day, every color around us seems to change in the blink of an eye, more or less people have an uncertain feeling. Only one color is always quiet and serene, it silently stands there, everywhere, we only inadvertently