坐在窗台前,从窗棂间斜射进房内的缕缕阳光,折射出了空中飞扬的尘埃。纤小细碎的光点,更衬托出尘埃的纷扰繁乱。这彻底颠覆了我头脑中原有的意识,清新的空气,原来却充满尘埃。确实,无论空中、地面,处处都能觅到尘埃的行踪。虽然高尚的人们总喜欢给尘埃戴上贬义的头盔,但我以为无处不在的尘埃尽管卑贱,却也至尊,就像雨落地为水,汇江海为涛;尘埃飘落为土,土为万物之源。整个世 Sitting in front of the window sill, diagonally into the room from the window between the plume of sunshine, reflects the dust flying in the air. Small pieces of light spots, but also bring out the troubles of the dust. This completely subverts my original consciousness, fresh air, but it is full of dust. Indeed, no matter the air, the ground, everywhere to find the whereabouts of dust. Although honorable people like to wear derogatory helmets on the dust, I think that the ubiquitous dust, though humble and supreme, resembles the rain falling into the water and the water flowing into the sea, and the dust falling into the soil and the earth being all things source. The whole world