我喜欢阳光的颜色犹如喜欢幸福的味道一样。阳光的颜色可以变化,那么幸福的味道又如何呢?在某个夏天,一束阳光极不安分,一会儿到这儿,一会儿到那儿,走过了它的幸福之路,幽幽景色在眼前,丝丝幸福在心头,在它凝成橙黄色时,在坠落海底的那一刹那间,记下了它对颜色的理解。 I like the color of the sun like the taste of happiness. The color of the sun can change, but what about the blissful taste? In a summer, a sunbeam is very restless, will be here for a while, will be there for a while, have passed its path of happiness, and the faint scenery will be in front of you. Happiness is in my heart. When it is orange, it records its understanding of color in the moment of falling down to the sea.