一个周日的午后,慵懒的我躺在床上。冬日的阳光,泼洒在屋子里,泼洒在我的身上。阳光是有语言的,不知谁说的这句话跳跃在我的脑际。轻轻地闭上眼睛,我在与阳光进行一次心灵的对话。这是一天中阳光最热烈的时刻。外面的树叶,在日渐惨冽的西风中不停的散落。阳光的照射,不能给予树 One Sunday afternoon, lazy I lay in bed. The winter sun, splashed in the room, splashed on my body. Sunshine is a language, I do not know who said the phrase jump in my brain. Close your eyes gently, and I am having a spiritual conversation with the sun. This is the warmest moment of the day. Outside the leaves, in the increasingly tragic westerly kept scattered. Irradiation of the sun can not give the tree