牵匹马儿入阳光牵匹马儿入阳光,在洋槐、紫云英、油菜花、和各色无名花儿的簇拥里。五月的阳光下,手握缰绳的骑手,他奕奕的神采告诉我,阳光是廉价而肥美的美食。每天,他用粗砺的嗓音向每个过路的行者,絮叨他的美好情事。经过光的洗礼,我的马儿丢弃了马族与生俱来的狐疑和愤懑;我的马儿,有着电的热烈和多情和火的豁达的内心。季节的缰绳,有形或无形,那一刻,我的白马儿踌躇不前,别离的酸楚,被花季的 Riding the horse into the sunshine led by the horse into the sun, in the acacia, aster, rape, and various colors of unknown flowers surrounded. Under the sunshine of May, the rider holding the reins told me that his sunlight was cheap and plump. Every day, he uses a rough voice to whisper to every passing passer. After the light of baptism, my horse discarded the innate suspicion and resentment of the horse race. My horse, with its warm and passionate passion and the open-fire heart. The reins of the season, visible or invisible, at that moment, my white horse hesitated, parting sour, was the season