早晨的阳光清亮,穿过辽阔的京东平原,尚有些许鲜嫩,柔凉。窗外燕子叫了,像小燕子,声音几许稚嫩、纤细和滞涩,伴着早到的学童在楼下民工小学呀呀念书。无风,阳光静静地照耀。书房的北窗外,阳光照在北关树林和永顺小区楼房的山墙,灰水泥砂浆粉刷的山墙,阳光把它照得白。 The morning sunshine is clear, and through the vast Jingdong Plain, there is still a bit of freshness and softness. The swallows called out of the window, like a swallow, the voice was a little tender, slender and stagnant, accompanied by early schoolchildren in the migrant elementary school downstairs to die. No wind, the sun shines silently. Outside the north window of the study, the sun shone on the gables of the Beiguan Forest and the Yongshun community building. The gypsum mortar was painted on the gable, and the sun shone it white.