春天的早晨,暖洋洋的,正是睡觉的大好时节,窗外的鸟呜声不断,扰人好梦。诗人孟浩然懒懒地舒展一下腰身,披衣而起。天光明亮,从窗户纸后透进来,时候已经不早了。诗人推开窗户,一阵微风迎面扑来,空气中带着清新的水气,润湿的泥土和淡淡的花香。窗外的阳光有点刺目,诗人站了一会儿,才 The spring morning, warm, it is a good time to sleep, the birds whistling outside the window, disturbing dreams. The poet Meng Haoran lazily stretch waist, with the clothes. Bright daylight, through the window paper from the time, it is already late. The poet opened the window, a breeze on his face, the air with fresh water vapor, moist soil and a touch of flowers. The sunlight outside the window is a bit glazed, the poet stood for a while, only